Page 45 of Three Beasts

Chapter 28

Zeva

"I can't thank you enough," I say, as I sit on the hotel bed next to Alex. "I'm not sure I would’ve made it out of that warehouse if it wasn't for you." I place my hand on Alex's thigh and give it a gentle squeeze to let him know just how much it all means to me. I want him to feel the seriousness of my words.

He brings one strong hand to my cheek—the hands of a working man—calloused, strong, and at the same time comforting—and he strokes me in soft semi-circles. "You really think I would've sat back and let them keep you? Never. You're my girl. I couldn't stand another minute knowing you were in trouble."

I reach up, and with my hands now in his hair, I stare into his eyes. These moments used to make me a little uncomfortable; it’s just so intimate, like we’re looking into each other’s souls. But not now. Now everything is different. Moving closer to him, I rub our noses together in an Eskimo kiss and Alex presses his lips to mine. The kiss goes from gentle to urgent swiftly as our tongues dance together, his teeth intentionally grazing me. I reach down and feel his length harden beneath me. I can feel him growing as his hands fall to my hips, his eyes turning dark right before me.

“Did you have plans for this?” I ask, squeezing his manhood with my hand and his fast smile turns into a throaty chuckle.

“I had some ideas,” he begins.

“Well, I have some plans too,” I say, griping his neck to pull myself up.

“Oh, yeah?” he smiles.

“Yep,” I say, watching him bite his lip in satisfaction.

“What do you want, baby?” He’s whispering in that seductive tone that makes me melt inside, like a chocolate bar on a hot leather seat.

“I want you to ravish me,” I whisper, our lips so close I can feel the breath escape him.

“I want you… To fuck me…” I whisper and lock eyes with him to show him just how serious I am, the words tumbling out of my lips sweet and honeyed. I look at him as a grin forms on his mouth. We exchange knowing glances.

Pressing his mouth against mine, Alex slides his hand down my stomach and under my skirt and thong, and starts rubbing my clit gently, preparing my body for impact. I sway my hips from side to side, and then try to thrust upward, desperate to feel his thick cock inside of me. Instead of surrendering to my wishes, he simply keeps rubbing my clit in an up and down repeating motion.

“Fuck,” I purr, practically begging between gritted teeth, pulling back from Alex's kiss. I place one hand on his lower back and slide it down to his ass, grabbing one hard ass cheek; I let my other hand slide down his body until it meets his steel-hard cock. Wrapping my fingers around it, I start to jerk him viciously, my hand going back-and-forth in an erratic rhythm.

Stroking Alex, I let him keep rubbing my clit. Who knew that after such a rough day, we’d end up here, together, on this hotel bed? And, hell, the most surprising part isn’t that we’re having sex… No! It's the sheer weight of this newfound respect I have for this man that surprises me …and makes my breath hitch in my throat. The sex, as good as it is, is just the consummation of that.

But even though I try to pull all that into pretty words, it’s almost impossible to describe how full my heart feels. It’s brimming with love and lust; and, for once in my life, I no longer feel like I’ve got dealt a bad hand. No, this time I scored a jackpot. I guess that, in a way, life kicked and punched me just to see if I deserved all this…I was kidnapped. My parents were killed and taken from me far too early. And now… Now here I am, with one of the most perfect men I have ever met sharing a bed with me, our bodies blending into a stream of transcendent pleasure. God, I’ve been waiting all my life for this, I truly have.

His hands grip the curve of my ass roughly. "Tell me more," he growls, pulling my mind to the present. "I like it when you tell me what you want."

“Yeah?” I whisper.

“You said you want me to ravish you … and then what?” He tugs at my bottom lip with his front teeth.

“And then, right when you start losing yourself. When your balls draw up and your abs tense,” I reach down to run my nails along his defined abdomen beneath his shirt, scratching so hard he grits his teeth.

“Then I want you to stop.” I say, his eyebrows rising in shock, I feel him grow even harder.

“Stop?” He asks in shock.

“Yep,” I answer, lifting and lowering myself again.

“And then what?” He grips my hair in his hands, moving his lips to my neck; gently sprinkling kisses on my skin as I squirm, lifting my shoulders, his soft lips tickling me.

“Then I want you to ravish me again,” I answer, and his hands drop to my ass, squeezing me again, but this time he lifts me up and sits me on his lap. I can feel his hardness beneath me. The fullness is so abrupt and the aggressiveness so unexpected that the wind catches in my throat.

“And then?” He tilts his head, his hands still gripping my ass.

“Stop.” I say, looking directly into his eyes. His hunger is growing as quickly as his erection, but he’s trying his best to stay in control.

“And how long do you want to torture me with this magic between your legs?” he asks.

“Until you can’t take it anymore… Until you can’t stop yourself, and you explode inside of me,” I press our lips together, sliding my tongue into his mouth. He moans on my tongue and this time I swallow his pleasure.

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