Pulling open the oven door, I dragged out the bag of Chinese. “Ordered some takeout too. Wasn’t sure what you’d eat, so I ordered…” I scratched at my beard, uncomfortable under her scrutiny. “…pretty much everything from the menu, apart from those prawn sesame seed things because I don’t like the smell of them, and that’s selfish but I’m a fuckin’ man so I’m allowed to be so don’t start getting all mad and pissy at me.”
She was still staring at me and I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I’d tried to do something nice for her, but she was looking at me like I had two heads, ten arms, and a robotic dick. I felt stupider by the second and suddenly couldn’t even remember why I’d bothered or why it had seemed like a good idea at the time. I decided right there and then never to do anything like that ever again, and that the next time I saw that fucking prospect I was going to punch him in his face for not telling me that it was a stupid idea.
“Goddamn it, Belle!” I finally yelled when I couldn’t take her silence anymore. “Will you fucking say something?”
She blinked like I’d broken her out of her trance and then she threw herself at my chest, wrapping her arms around me and mumbling something against my body. Jesus Christ, women were weird. No wonder I’d never picked an old lady; I couldn’t deal with this 24/7.
“What the fuck is wrong?” I snapped, still tense and irritated, but mostly confused because it sounded like she was crying and all I’d done was buy noodles and fucking humus! “Belle, damn it,” I grumbled, and pulled her away from my chest to look down at her.
Belle’s cheeks weren’t wet from crying, but they were pink. And her mouth wasn’t frowning up at me like she thought I was an idiot—she was smiling. And her eyes…those Disney character eyes of hers were staring up at me with a look I’d never seen on any woman before, and I’d seenmanylooks on women’s faces. But this, this was something else. My chest felt too tight. My stomach felt full, like I’d already eaten. My body felt warm, like I’d been wrapped in a thick wool blanket all day and was about to overheat. But my head was the most fucked up of all, because the only thought that was going around in it was her name over and over and over.
Belle reached up, placing her hand on the side of my ugly-as-sin, face and I tried to pull away from it because no woman wanted to touch that shit, but she rose up on her toes and clasped my cheek again, her eyes boring into mine.
“Nothing is wrong, Beast,” she said, and I swallowed thickly at the reverence in her tone. “Everything is right. For once…everything is right.” She was smiling up at me like I was Prince Charming and this was our fairy tale. Like this was the last page of the book and it was time for our happily ever after. And I wanted that too. I wanted it for me and for her. But life was never that good. It could never be trusted that much.
“I want you to kiss me, Beast,” she said, her voice breathy. “I want you to kiss me and then I want you to take me back to bed, and this time, when I wake up, everything will be just as perfect as when I went to sleep, because I’ll still be with you.”
The air had been sucked out of the room.
Hell, out of the whole goddamn trailer.
I wanted to tear the door off its hinges and let some in.
I wanted to punch a hole in the window before we both suffocated.
But I wanted to kiss her more.
I grabbed Belle by the waist and lifted her up, her legs automatically wrapping around me like my own personal koala bear, and then I kissed her like her life depended upon it. She groaned into my mouth and I sucked the groan off of her tongue and swallowed it, letting her groans and moans fill me up to overflowing as my hands clasped her ass and I walked us to her bedroom. I didn’t know what love was, but it had to feel something like this, because I’d never felt like this before in my whole damned life. I felt a combination of nauseous and ecstatic. Terrified and overjoyed. I felt starved for her, for oxygen, for whatever it was that she kept giving me. It wasn’t enough—I wanted more of it. It would never be enough but I’d stick around to keep on trying. I’d let her pump whatever this shit was right into my black veins until I ODed on it because I was addicted tothis—toher—to whatever kind of drug she was.
My shins hit her bed and I laid us both down on it, my mouth momentarily leaving hers so I could pull up my T-shirt before dragging it off me. Her hands went to her own tee but I batted them away before gripping either side of it and tearing it down the middle, and she giggled. Her breasts popped free and it was my turn to groan because I’d almost forgotten how fucking good they looked. I leaned down and sucked her pink nipple into my mouth, my tongue playing with the hard bud. Cupping her breasts with my hands, I pushed them together so I could slide my tongue across them both before nipping at them, making her arch her back and squeal into the air around us.
My hands went to her hips and I slid the little bed shorts she was wearing down her thighs right along with her panties, and then I stared down at her—all of her, taking in every naked perfect inch of this beautiful woman.
Her cheeks turned pink as her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip and my chest rumbled at the sight.
“Come here, Beast,” she sighed, arching a finger at me.
I unbuckled my jeans and dropped them to the ground before kicking her legs apart so I could get a good look at her.
“Fuck, Belle,” I rumbled, my hand moving to my hard cock.
“Yes, fuck Belle!” she said, her cheeks going even pinker because she’d cussed.
“Love it when you talk dirty to me.” I grinned and she giggled.
It was just another way that we were different. She was calm and I was hot-headed. She was patient and I had no tolerance for anyone or anything. She was prim and proper and it didn’t matter how much soap you washed my mouth out with, nothing was getting it clean. Her body was smooth marble and mine was old, crumbling tree bark. I was a monster next to her and I finally embraced that, loving how different we were. Relishing in our differences.
I wanted to grab her legs and put them to my shoulders so I could fuck her while looking into her eyes, but the piece-of-shit bed was too low so I flipped her on her side and lay down behind her. My hand moved over her ass and down over her puckered hole before I found her pussy. Rubbing along its seam, I pressed two fingers inside of her and she pushed back against the intrusion. I slid an arm under her, and I pulled out my fingers and guided my cock to her entrance, teasing her with the tip of it as I rolled my hips.
“Please…Beast, please,” she whimpered, writhing against me as she tried to get me to move.
I put my arm over her belly so that I was holding her in my grip, and I slowly thrust my hips forwards, filling her up and stretching her wide. Belle whimpered into the air as I grabbed her face and tilted her head to the side so I could kiss her swollen lips. Every thrust had her crying into my mouth, every roll of my hips had her mewling like an animal. I stole every sound she made with my tongue, fucking her mouth as my cock branded her insides.
We were animals, our bodies in sync with each other as we fucked and kissed and moved together, taking and giving and relishing in each other. She was wet, sloppy wet as my hips bucked and I ground into her, taking each grunt and sigh, each hiss of delicious pleasure that she released into the air around us. Mine, all mine.
“Close…” she panted. “So close, Beast.”
My tongue moved over hers, sucking on it like I could taste the pleasure right on the tip of her tongue.
