Page 29 of My Vicious Beast
A low growl rumbles through his chest as his voice drops low, possessive, and the way his eyes darken sends shivers down my spine. "Then let me take care of you, my precious dawn. Let me show you how you should be treasured."
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Sol
I have waited centuries for this moment. Part of me even feels like it isn’t real. But if this—her choosing me with her lips on mine, her arms wrapped around me, whispering how much she wants me—is all a dream? Then I’d beg anyone, sell my soul to the darkest of gods and creatures, so that I may never wake.
Her green eyes are dark and dilated, breath coming in short gasps as her pulse races—exactly where I long to sink my fangs into her neck—igniting something primal within me.
I want her. To claim her, sink into her. Rut her like the animal she has turned me into. But only after I worship her, cherish her, until every fiber in her being is mine and mine alone.
I grip her hips and force myself to sheath my claws before I shred the fabric shielding her body from mine. Her scent, her heady arousal, floods my senses, making my cock throb. Pre-come leaks from my tip, slicking the head, and I can no longer stop myself. I crush my lips to hers.
She moans when I kiss her, and the sound vibrates through my entire being.
The taste of her is divine. I’d never kissed or been with another, but I know it could never be like this with anyone else. She is all I want, all I need. And although I am unsure of myself, I will learn what she likes by the sounds she makes, by the way she says my name, by her screams and cries for me. I won’t stop until I’ve learned each and every way I can please her.
I deepen the kiss as the need for her builds within me. When her lips part, I lick between them. And when she lets me, I plunge my tongue into her mouth.
Her moan mixes with her breath against my lips and I pull her closer, squeeze her back. Her fingers tangle in my hair, making me growl low in my throat.
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her into the living room. Gently, I lower her onto the sofa near the fireplace, then kneel between her thighs.
Even kneeling, I'm taller than her, and there's a predatory satisfaction that brims through my chest when she looks up at me.
Her eyes are wide, skin flushed from her cheeks down to the top of my shirt, and I've never seen anything more beautiful in all my life. The world’s best sculptors and artisans could never capture how glorious she is like this, breathless, wanton, needing me—a beast unworthy of the goddess before him.
“Sol,” she whispers, reaching for me.
I catch her hand and kiss her palm. “Let me look at you,” I murmur against her skin. “Let me worship you.”
Her breath hitches, but she nods, leaning back against the cushions. I claim her lips again and again as I undo each button of my shirt, reveling in the feel of her skin against mine.
I suck and nibble her lips, bury my hand in her fiery red hair. Each kiss consumes me until I'm drowning in her, marveling over the soft curves of her body.
Her skin is like silk beneath my fingers, and I can’t resist tracing every inch. My palms glide over her chest, feeling the way it rises and falls with each breath. I cup her breast and groan at how perfectly it fits in my hand.
She arches slightly, pressing herself into my touch, and I take the invitation, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I can feel the heat of her desire against my stomach.
Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips down her jaw, nipping gently at her neck. Her pulse beats frantically beneath my mouth. "You're mine,” I half murmur, half growl. “Every breath, every sound, every inch of your body and soul is mine."
“Sol,” she whimpers.
I suck at her skin, pleased when I leave a small red mark. I want them all over her body, to brand her with my touch. My tongue traces her skin, moving lower, until I can nip at the swell of her breast. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer, until I rip her bra off.
She gasps as I take her nipple into my mouth. Her back bends further as I suck it, swirling my tongue around the hard peak.
Her hands move to my shoulders, gripping tightly, and I hum in satisfaction. She’s so responsive, so eager. It drives me wild.
I switch to her other breast, giving it the same attention, and her moans grow louder, more desperate.
My hand slides down her side, over the curve of her hip, then back up, hooking her panties with my claw. "May I?"
“Please,” she pleads, her voice breathless, trembling.
I shred the material and throw the scraps to the ground. Then, I scan her body, taking in every freckle and mole, the stretch marks on her luscious belly and thick thighs are like a map to her beautiful cunt I long to taste. Every inch of her is beautiful. The stars in the sky could never be as wondrous as a single spot on her skin.
Her flush deepens and she looks away from me.
