Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66503 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
I bury myself to the hilt inside her and watch her unravel before me.
“Fuck,” she says through gritted teeth, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Don’t look away,” I growl. “See how much I want you.”
I want her to know there is no one else I would rather be with than her.
She’s the one.
The one girl who saved my life.
The one girl I’ve been dreaming of since I was first captured.
The one girl I would hunt down the world for.
She is the beauty to my monstrosity, and I refuse to stop until she sees it herself.
“Now come from my cock alone,” I whisper.
She gasps, and another moan exits her mouth before her pussy contracts with my shaft inside it. Her orgasmic waves pulsate through my dick, and my god, does it make me greedy.
“Good girl,” I groan.
I bring her closer to my body, shoving in as far as I can, growling with pleasure into her ear while she holds on for dear life. Her tits bounce up and down in the mirror, her eyes barely able to focus on me, but I make sure she’s not going anywhere as I thrust into her.
One. Two. Three.
Deep inside her, I release my seed in several spurts, filling her up to the brim.
When I’m finally satiated and pull out, lots of it dribbles out of her and onto the floor.
Her legs are almost crossed as her whole body begins to quiver. She can’t stand anymore, so I lower her onto the floor.
“Don’t waste a drop,” I groan as I go to my knees in front of her, scoop up my cum, and shove it right back into her pussy again. Her legs are spread, and her face is flushed with heat as I thrust my fingers in and out, picking more up along the way.
Every thrust is another moan, and I am in love with the sound. So much so that I keep going, despite the fact that I’ve already cleaned the floor and sullied her. I need more of her moans. It’ll never be enough.
“Beast, stop,” she murmurs between ragged breaths. “I can’t …”
“Give me more, beauty,” I groan, adding another finger.
Her pupils dilate, but she still doesn’t move a muscle as I thrust my fingers in deep and begin to gyrate my thumb across her swollen, aching clit. She’s all red and flustered, but I don’t give a fuck as I keep going like a mad beast drunk on lust.
The sound of her moans is all I’ll ever live for. All I’ve ever fought for. And if someone ever tried to take that away from me, I would cut them open and split them in half.
“Oh God …” Aurora murmurs, tilting her head back against my shoulder again.
“That’s it, watch me make you come now,” I say, my eyes on her at all times as she slowly begins to unravel and pull away from who she used to be.
All she has to be now is mine.
No ifs. No buts.
No more voices in her head telling her otherwise.
This is what a beauty like her deserves; all the fucking orgasms in the world until she fucking begs me to stop.
“Beast, I’m …” she murmurs.
“Yes, give me every last fucking drop,” I groan as she spills out onto my hand again.
She moans out loud, and her muscles spasm around my fingers again, dribbling out more cum, which I shove right back in again. Every last drop of my seed belongs with her.
And when it’s all over, I bring my fingers to her lips. “Lick.”
Her tongue dips out like I command it to.
A filthy smirk forms on my lips. “Don’t we taste good together?”
A hesitant but playful smile forms on hers as a pretty blush colors her cheeks. “Please …” she mutters, gazing up at me through the mirror.
She doesn’t have to say another word. Just this one is enough to make me yield.
I pick her up from the floor and carry her to the bed, where I lie down with her in my arms. I pull her close to my chest and wrap my arm around her waist, cocooning her in my warmth.
I’m not only here to make her feel good.
I’m here to make her feel protected, too.
Because that’s what a man does when he is deeply, madly in love.
CHAPTER 19
Aurora
While Beast continues to snore loudly, I gaze at myself in the mirror at the girl I’ve become.
She’s not at all like the girl I was months ago, when I still lived with my father, still played that piano with those gloves, still hid inside that mansion because I thought the world wouldn’t want to see me.
But now … now I feel like I’m finally seeing the real me I was meant to be.
I can’t stop looking at my body, my scars, my hands.
I used to see so much ugliness in myself, but now all I see is beauty. Just like he calls me.