“You want this?” I asked, and she nodded emphatically. “You not hungry anymore?” I teased, and she grinned.
“I’m starved,” she replied huskily before squeezing her thighs and ankles and lifting her ass up to push me inside of her.
I gripped her wrists in my hands and pressed them into the bed as I rocked my hips back and forth, fucking into her slowly.
“You like that, Belle?” I grunted, my balls slapping against her pussy with each thrust.
“Yes,” she said automatically, and I chuckled as I rolled my hips and she whimpered as I hit her G-spot perfectly. “Don’t stop,” she groaned, her gaze never leaving mine.
“I don’t intend to,” I replied. “Like I said, my plan for the next month,” I continued, as I slid out of her to my tip before pushing back inside, “is to stay here until you can’t walk straight and you have a permanent imprint of my cock inside of you.”
She groaned again, and fuck me if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard.
I slid back out before slamming back inside hard enough to make her gasp and clench around me.
“And what about you?” she grunted as I rolled my hips again.
“What about me?”
“It seems hardly fair that you’re going to imprint my…” Her cheeks were pink from sex already, but they went even brighter.
“Your pussy,” I prompted. “I’m going to fuck you so much I imprint my cock in your pussy so it never wants anyone but me.”
“Yes, that, so what about you? Does your…”
“Cock,” I said, slamming into her hard enough to make the headboard bang against the wall and her whimper.
“Yes,” she groaned. “What about that?”
I knelt up, lifting her ankles to my shoulders so I could reach a new angle. I was so deep inside of her then that I had to give us both a few seconds to adjust to how fucking good it felt.
“What are you asking, Belle? Will your pussy be imprinted on my cock? Is that it?”
She opened her mouth to speak but was rendered speechless as I flexed my hips and rocked into her. She nodded, her mouth open in a silentO, and I chuckled.
“Then yeah, if that’s what you’re asking, yeah, your pussy is imprinted all over my cock, my tongue, my balls, and every other part of me,” I said. “Ain’t no part of me that wants to be anywhere else, with anyone else.”
I wrapped my arms around her legs, holding them tight against my chest.
“Do you mean that?” she asked, her knuckles going white as she gripped the pillow under her head.
“With everything I am, Belle,” I admitted.
We stared at each other for a moment in silence, taking in each other’s honesty. I felt vulnerable but not weak. I felt stronger than I’d ever felt before, and for the first time since this nightmare began I was finally glad that I’d gone through all that other shit because it had brought me here to her.
“Beast?” she asked, her voice soft, and I almost lost it right there and then.
“Yeah?”
“Will you fuck me now?” she asked, her cheeks flushing on the cussword.
I hadn’t realized I’d even stopped fucking her, and I grinned down at her and began moving again.
“Absofuckinglutely, Belle,” I grunted as I slammed into her harder. “And tomorrow.” I slammed in again and she called out my name. “And the day after…” I thrust again. “And the day after that…” I fucked into her over and over, harder and harder until I felt my balls draw up and my cum douse her insides as her muscles clenched around me and her back arched upwards. I fucked Belle hard until there was nothing left of either of us, and then I leaned over her and pressed a rough kiss to her panting mouth. “And every day after that,” I said against her lips.
Chapter Twenty-Six
~ Belle ~
