Page 171 of Unravelling The Beast

I roll my eyes and look away.

"I just worry about you, that's all."

He rolls onto his side to face me again, and he looks all around my face before speaking seriously.

"Because you fucking love me, huh?"

I roll my eyes with a smile and face forward until he softly grasps my chin, forcing me to look at him again before bringing his lips near mine until they are touching.

"Did you just say that to snap me out of my fucking bullshit?"

My brow furrows as I respond, slightly offended.

"What? No way, I'd never—"

He hisses and bares his teeth against my lips, driving waves of desire through me and shutting me up.

When his lips graze against mine, my eyes flutter close and he whispers into my mouth.

"Fucking say it again."

I open my heavy eyes as he glides his big, warm hand down my throat, down my chest, and over my breast while holding my gaze. The sensation causes me to lose all focus and I'm unable to say anything, so he continues to murmur.

"I know you love my mouth..."

He continues to run the tips of his fingers slowly over my flat stomach, sending waves of butterflies through me.

"I know you love my big fucking cock."

He moves his hand until it's between my thighs and he presses his fingers between my pussy lips. When he reaches my wet entrance, he slowly inserts his two fingers into me, causing my hips to buck slightly as I gasp against his soft lips with my eyes closed.

He speaks as he slides them further.

"I know you love my fingers."

He curls them when they are knuckle deep within me, forcing me to let out a brief quivering moan.

"I want you to fucking love me for me, Wren. Not because of what I'm capable of doing to your sexy little cunt."

I open my heavy, hungry eyes and stare into his eyes while he doesn't move his fingers. As I glance into his eyes, I place my hand on the side of his entirely tattooed neck and slide my fingers through the back of his brown hair.

"I love you for you, Arlo. Regardless of what you do to me, I still fucking love everything about you."

He studies my eyes as though he is still unsure, and he isn't satisfied until he pounces, driving his lips to mine and engulfing my mouth with his pierced tongue.

He draws me in closer by bending his arm behind my head and taking a hold of my hair. I can feel our strong connection surging through me, and things feel different; he is kissing me differently.

I'm not sure what it is, but I cherish it and can't get enough of what he does to me and how he makes me feel. As he leans over me, he devoursmy mouth so hard that my head has sunk into his bicep, and I raise my hand to his face, enjoying everything he has to offer.

He eventually starts moving his fingers inside me, curling and twisting them deeply before savagely fucking me with them, sending waves of tremendous pleasure through every fibre of my body. I gasp and moan into his mouth as his swollen lips hover over mine, and he stares into my eyes with darkness building in his.

When he slips a third finger inside me, my back arches off the bed and just as I'm about to scream, he quickly places his palm over my mouth.

"Shhhh.. You can fucking take all three like my good fucking girl; I know you can."

When he really starts banging me with all three of his fingers, making me get wetter and wetter, I basically scream against his hand because he is hitting the right place so precisely, calling for me to explode around his long, tattooed digits.

He takes his hand away from my mouth and growls against my lips before speaking fiercely against them with a hiss of his tongue.

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