Belle slowly pushed the covers away from her body and crawled toward me. She was still naked, her hair still damp from the shower. Her eyes were fixed on the hardness that was steadily growing beneath my towel, and when she reached me, she pulled my towel open, letting it fall around my feet.
Belle…stabbing and killing…death at her fingertips.
I gritted my teeth together, my jaw set in a hard line. “Belle,” I said, cautiously.
She sat on her knees and took my dick in her hand before bowing her head to it and taking it into her mouth. I groaned as she took me to the back of her throat and my hands automatically went to the back of her head to steady her rhythm as she sucked her way up and down my length, letting me fuck her mouth.
“Belle,” I said again, but this time it was a groan, images of her flooded me as she took me into her throat over and over, her tongue sliding up and down me.
Belle…stripped naked, blood dripping down onto her tits and belly. Blood, sliding between her thighs.
I pulled her hair, dragging her mouth away from my dick so I could stare down at her. Her mouth was swollen and pink, wet with spit and pre-cum, her eyes wide and hungry. She panted as she looked up at me.
“They were evil,” I agreed, and her tongue flicked out to lick along her full bottom lip. “They were evil, but I’m no better.” She needed to know the truth. She needed to know all of me.
Belle rose up to her knees and placed her cheek on my hard chest, pressing kisses along each scar and burn, trailing her tongue along each groove that had been carved into my own flesh. She reached my chin, her arms wrapping around my shoulders, and then she looked me in the eyes, her expression serious.
“I know, Beast. I saw,” she whispered before swallowing. “I saw all of you today.” Her hand moved to my wet hair and she threaded her fingers through it, her gaze moving over my face—my lips, my nose, my chin, my cheeks and eventually my eyes. “They say the eyes are the door to the soul, and I saw that too.”
I stared at her, and for the first time in my life I was afraid; afraid of what she might say, and afraid of what she wouldn’t.
“And what’s my soul like, Belle?” I asked, resentful because I already knew.
“Your soul is black, like death. Red like rage. And green like cruelty,” she said matter-of-factly, but without any judgment. “I love you, Beast. I love you and your multicolored soul and your strong, capable hands that can inflict so much pain, and so much love.” She reached for my hands and kissed my split knuckles.
“But I’m a monster,” I said, my tone dark.
Belle smiled up at me. “And I love your monster too. It’s a part of you, and now it’s a part of me too.”
I reached for Belle, pulling her face to mine and kissing her. I wanted to be gentle and loving, to be tender like she deserved to be treated, but that wasn’t me and never would be. So I kissed her with all of my rage and all of my desire and all of my cruelty and all of my love, all rolled into one. I kissed her so hard that one or both of us was bleeding and that turned me on even more because I could taste it on my tongue.
I lay her back on the bed, pushed her legs apart, and filled her in one quick movement. She gasped and cried out, taking every inch of me, her body clinging to mine as I filled her and fucked her and allowed my monster to be free, finally. And she took all of me—monster and man, beast and beauty combined.
We fucked until the sun set and birds went to bed. We fucked wild and calm, we fucked like animals and like man and woman, we fucked until we were both too sore to fuck anymore and then we fucked each other with our mouths. My tongue on her slit, my mouth sucking on her clit, her tongue lapping at my dick and her hands on my balls.
By the time we finished, Belle and I, our monsters combined, were exhausted and sated. Every muscle and bone in my body ached. Her skin was bruised where I’d been too rough with her, my scars tender and raw where she’d dragged her nails down my flesh, not holding back anything for once.
I lay at her side, an arm thrown over my eyes, my dick flaccid and useless between my legs, my head buzzing with energy.
“Beast,” she said.
“Uh huh,” I grunted back.
“Do we get to have our happily ever after now?”
I moved my arm away from my eyes and turned to look at her. Her eyes were closed, her hair wild around her head. Her naked body was pale and she’d bruised like a peach, but she was perfect in every way, bruises and all.
“I don’t believe in happily ever afters, but if I did, then I’d say yes.”
She opened her eyes and looked at me. “I think so too,” she said with a shy smile.
I leaned over and pressed a kiss to her forehead, and her hand reached out and found my chest, sliding down to my stomach before reaching for my dick. It was sore as hell, but her touch brought it to life almost instantly.
“You’re going to fuck me to death, Belle,” I said, hissing and groaning at the mixture of pleasure and pain that I’d come to love so much.
“But what a way to go,” she said with a smile, and I chuckled at that, my hand reaching between her legs to part them and my fingers pushing inside of her. She gasped, the spark of life in her eyes flaring brighter with every touch.
If heaven and hell didn’t exist, then all that mattered was now, and right now, I couldn’t have been any happier.
