Page 30 of My Vicious Beast
Gently, I cup her cheek, drawing her gaze once more, but when she meets my eyes, there's a hint of nervousness, embarrassment even. I recall what she said in the hallway about her weight, and how she looked when she found out I knew about her past. This—being naked in front of me—triggers her insecurities and brings back the wounds people gave her, wounds she's been forced to heal alone.
My heart aches and burns for her, but now isn't the time for my sadness or anger.
"You don't know, do you?” I run my fingers through her hair. "How beautiful you are?” I kiss her forehead, the tip of her nose. “How perfect you are?"
Her smile softens, breath hitching and for a moment she bites her lip, and when she meets my eyes they're filled with such astonishing sadness that it cuts through me. "I... I've tried but I still..." She swallows. "No... No, I don't."
There's so much I want to say to her. But as she sits here, with her head slightly bowed, hair shielding her face, shoulders trembling just slightly, I realize that right now, what she needs from me is action, proof. And I will give that to her.
I cup her chin, and tilt her head up, forcing her to meet my eyes. "Would you let me show you? Show you everything I think of you, everything you do to me?"
She nods and I crush my lips to hers.
I kiss her deeper, more passionately, pouring every ounce of my desire and need for her into the kiss so she knows without a shadow of a doubt how much I want her, that I'm attracted to her, enamored by her, in love with everything that she is.
My tongue slips into her mouth, and I groan as she opens for me, allows me to explore her. Her soft whimpers and pants spur me on. I want to see the moment her mind shuts down and her body takes over. To hear her cry out for me, say my name, scream it. To watch her shatter for me, and come on my fingers, my tongue, my cock.
I cup her breasts once more, brush my thumbs over her hard nipples. She gasps, moaning against my lips, and I swallow the sound.
Sienna's fingers curl into my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin, and I hiss at the pain and pleasure it gives me.
“Does it feel good, my precious dawn?” I murmur against her lips, pulling back just enough to look at her.
Her whole body is red now, her lips swollen from our kisses, her eyes heavy, filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability.
She nods. “Yes.”
I grin. "Focus on that then. Focus on the pleasure only I can make you feel." My fangs scrape over her skin as I kiss the curve of her collarbone, pausing to flick my tongue over a freckle on her shoulder and I feel the shiver that coasts down her spine.
“You’re so soft,” I whisper, my voice low, rough. “So warm. So perfect.”
Goosebumps flush over her body as I lick my way down to her nipple. When I suck it into my mouth, she arches off the couch again. Her hands tighten in my hair, and I hum in satisfaction. The vibration makes her cry out, and I do it once more. I swirl my tongue around her nipple, nibble and bite it while I squeeze her other breast. Then I move to her other breast, showing it the same affection, while teasing her wet nipple with my fingers.
Her moans grow louder, more desperate.
I look up at her, the way her head is tilted back against the couch, eyes closed, lips parted. “You’re beautiful,” I say, my voice deep and husky. “Every part of you.”
I squeeze her thighs and her eyes drift open, with the smallest hint of nervousness.
"Open up for me, Sienna. Let me please you. I want to make you come."
She bites her lip but relaxes back into the couch. I spread her legs, cup the back of her knees, and pull her hips forward slightly. She gasps, moaning as I brush my fingers over her glistening cunt.
"You're already so wet for me, Sienna," I whisper, sliding my fingers from her pussy to her clit.
When I caress it, her hips slide forward involuntarily, seeking me out, and I growl in approval.
I rub the small nub slowly, watching her face as she pants. Her hands ball into fists as if she doesn't know what to do with them, so I kiss one and place it on my arm, then rub her faster.
Her hips buck in time with my movements, as she holds onto me, squeezing me for dear life. Her moans grow louder, higher in pitch, each sound making my cock twitch in my pants.
The need to be inside her is almost overwhelming, but this? Watching her lose herself to the pleasure I'm giving her? It's potent, addictive, and I know once will not be enough. I need to watch her come at least five—no, perhaps seven times—before I bury myself inside her.
“Sol,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's it, my precious dawn. Use me for your pleasure, tell me what you want." I latch onto her nipple, and she cries out.
"Please... I need?—"
