She tightens around me, impossibly tight, her body milking me as I fuck her through wave after wave of pleasure. I’m so deep she’ll feel me for days, every muscle in her quivering around my cock.
She rocks her hips to match my rhythm, greedy for every inch I give her. “More, Beast. Don’t stop. Please… give me all of it.”
“You’re such a greedy good girl,” I rumble, sinking my fingers into the flesh of her ass, guiding her to take me harder.
She cries out, trembling, and I give her everything with hard, deliberate strokes that have her ass slapping against my thighs, the bed creaking beneath us.
Her core tightens the harder I take her. I push inside again and again, and damn she’s so tight I can’t hold out much longer.
I can feel her lips sucking down my arousal and pulling me deeper still. When I come inside her, she’ll take every last drop in her hot little pussy.
“Oh, God, Beast,” she gasps and rocks her hips to follow my fast rhythm. Her hips move like she’s trying to take all I have to give.
“More, Beast! I’m… oh, I’m so close. Yes!” she begs and I sink into her like the beast she wants. But I feel more like a savage bastard. She cries out and I give her trembling body more.
Her core tightens and I feel the heat of her release cover my cock.
Her walls flutter around me, tight and trembling, and I feel her fall apart. Her mouth opens in a silent cry, her body arching in my hold. I press my forehead to hers, drinking in her every sound and sweet shudder.
“Let go, baby,” I whisper. “I’ve got you. Always.”
“Beast,” she begs, voice husky and desperate.
She comes with a shattering cry, her nails digging into my chest, and I follow, emptying myself into her, heart and soul and everything I am.
“Fuck, Layla. You are an angel. Take me. All of me, baby.” I lose myself in the feeling, the way her core clamps down, drawing out every drop of my release. White-hot ropes of seed spill into her, filling her up, my body shaking with the force of it. She takes itall, not wasting a drop, her body shaking as she comes with me, eyes wild and dazed.
I gather her into my arms. Her head finds my shoulder, her breath warm against my chest.
I stroke her hair, feeling a protective fierceness take root in my soul for this woman. I never thought love would be a part of my life. But lying here, holding this woman who survived hell and still shines, I know I’ll burn the world before I let her go.
She looks up, eyes heavy and shining, and smiles a small, secret smile that’s just for me.
“Thank you,” she whispers.
And I know, deep down and forever, that this is where I belong. I don’t know how I got this lucky, but I’ll fight the world to keep her. Every day. For the rest of my life.
10
LAYLA
The world outside is soaked in shadows and acid greens and pinks from nearby jazz bars.
The spring storm lingers overhead, thunder rolling through the night sky, only to fade into a restless hush as the seconds pass.
Not unlike my soul before Beast literally barreled into my life and demanded I get behind him as he played my knight in shining armor. I’ve never met someone so intent on being a shield for another person the way he did.
I slide out of bed and move through the loft, grabbing my glasses and Beast’s white shirt before I head out the door. I pad barefoot from room to room, replaying every moment that brought me here. The cotton hem brushes my thighs. I gather the soft cotton to my nose and inhale the scent of my man.
Ha.My man.Those are two very new words in my vocabulary. I roll them over my tongue and I have to say, I like how they sound when I whisper them into the dimmed living room. Wearingthis shirt, standing in his home, I can’t help but feel like I’m surrounded by an invisible shield where I am safe.
I pause by the window. The rain paints ribbons of water across the glass, city lights smeared across the large expanse of crystal. It’s beautiful and a replica of how my heart feels right now. Blurred with countless emotions but full of color and hope.
We are two floors up, and from this height I can’t see much. Which means there aren’t many people who can see me. I step up to the glass and huff a deep breath out, causing it to steam up.
I haven’t done this in forever, and it makes me smile as I draw a heart and put my initials next to Beast’s.
L + B encased in a fat heart.
