Page 34 of Beautiful Beasts

“Hey, Sweetheart,” I whisper back.

The fact that she is out of my room and Harley’s means something; it is a big fucking deal.

Over the past few days, her nightmares have gotten worse, and there have been a few times she screamed Bruce’s name, begging him to stop. But from the way she thrashes in her sleep, she was reliving his abuse. If I could climb into her mind and fucking kill him, I fucking would.

She is not the only one that has been having nightmares. Since the car crashed into our house, I have heard the screams from Harley. I don’t need to ask him what he dreams about because I have the same ones. The nightmare alternates between Harley and I putting Bella into the ground or us being forced to watch as she is raped and abused by Bruce.

The nightmares are always the same, and there is nothing I can fucking do to stop either one from happening. I have tried and have failed every fucking time since the nightmares started.

But I can’t fail; I can only remind her and reassure her what she means to me.

It doesn’t fucking matter that this all started between us a little over four weeks ago. There are no rules or limits when it comes to obsession, desire, need, and love. I don’t fucking care if we are taboo or whatever fucking else people call us. I just don’t care. It doesn’t need to make sense to anyone else but us.

“Are you okay?” She asks calmly.

“I should be asking you that,” I reply softly.

I grab onto her wrist and pull her around me, pinning her between me and the window. I place my hands on either side of the window and look down at her. Her eyes rapidly searched mine. I want to give her the answer she wants, but I can’t. It would be a lie, and she has had enough men fucking lie to her.

I shake my head. “No, I am not okay, Bella.”

“What can I do?” She asks.

That is a hard question to answer; a million things are racing through my mind.

“Tell me you need me,” I demand. She is not the only one who needs to be reassured these fucking days.

“I need you, Dante. I will always need you,” she says confidently, giving me what I need in this moment.

I need her to make me forget how enraged I am because there is another man out there somewhere who believes he can have her. Her words silence the raging thoughts and insecurities that I am going to fail her.

I drop my hands and kneel in front of her. Lucky for me, she is only wearing my shirt, just as I like to see her dress. I lift her leg and rest it on my shoulder, and she runs her hands through my hair as she leans back against the wall.

“Be mine,” I demand, needing more fucking validation.

“I am,” she says without needing to think, melting more of my doubts away.

“Promise?” I ask softly, hearing my voice crack with that one word.

“I promise I am yours, Dante,” she says more confidently.

I lift the shirt and press her against the large window; part of me fucking hopes the fucker is watching. I want him to see that he doesn’t stand a fucking chance with her. I want him to see what it looks like when she wants the man.

Her chest rises and falls in anticipation as I press light kisses down her stomach to her mound as I look up into her eyes. Her eyes are filled with lust as I spread her open so I can see her pretty, pink pussy glistening for me. I slide my fingers through her folds and spread her juices around her clit before I bury my face between her legs. My tongue circles her clit before I run it through her folds, she is dripping with arousal, and I lap it up greedily. She grinds down on my face as I run my tongue to the entrance of her soaked pussy and devour all of her sweet essence. I rub my nose against her clit, and she groans, digging her nails into my scalp. My fingers dig into her thighs as I gently pull her clit between my teeth, flicking my tongue against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Her body begins to tense with the build-up of her release.

I release her clit, and she moans my name. “I want to be gentle for you, Bella. Please be patient with me,” I beg her.

I have never wanted to change who or what I am, and I know she doesn’t want me to change, but I know I need to be more for her. She deserves more than what I am right now.

She grabs my hair and pulls on it, forcing me to look up at her. She looks me in my eyes. “I love you just the way you are, Dante,” she whispers, making my heart melt. “Now, quit fucking around and make me come,” she growls as she shoves my face back between he legs.

Fucking, brat. I bite her thigh playfully before I go back to lavishing her clit as I slowly push two fingers into her tight pussy. Her hips grind against my face as she rides my fingers. Her head falls against the window as I slowly fuck her with my fingers, stretching her out and adding a third. The sound of my fingers fucking her pussy and her moans have me increasing my pace. I can tell she is close; her pussy quivers around my fingers as I curl them and hit the spot inside her that I know will send her over the edge. Her hips grind faster against my face and fingers, and she comes hard. Her release squirts into my mouth, and I swallow every last drop as she continues to fall apart. When her body starts to relax, I slowly pull my fingers from her pussy and put them in my mouth so I can suck them clean.

“You taste so fucking good, Sweetheart,” I say as I stand up and attack her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

We both groan into the kiss as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I pull her tightly against my body.

She is my drug, my kryptonite.

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