Page 36 of The Beast

Duncan pushed in and this time, he filled her completely. It was obvious when he tore past her maidenhead, but it wasn’t terribly painful. Beatrice was too distracted at being completely joined with him.

He began moving, his hips lifting and lowering at first the pace was slow, but quickly he seemed to lose control.

When a hoarse groan erupted, Beatrice could only wonder what he felt. Although it wasn’t completely horrible, she would not describe the experience as enjoyable.

He rolled onto his back and pulled her against his side. Under her ear his heart was beating frantically, his chest expanding with each sharp inhalation.

“How do ye feel?” He pressed a kiss to her temple.

Beatrice considered it. “I do not feel any different, like I expected.”

“Ye did not enjoy it, did ye?”

“I did not hate it.”

Duncan chuckled. “We will have to learn together. I want our bedsport to bring ye pleasure.”

The statement was curious. “Ye are experienced are ye not?”

Her new husband was silent for a long moment. “No. I have not been with a woman, but twice and that was many years ago.”

The news made Beatrice smile. “I am glad.”

“Why? Most women prefer a man who knows what to do.”

“I do not. We will learn together, and I think that will be more enjoyable.” She lifted to her elbow. “Tell me what ye like when I do it.”

Duncan exhaled. “What do ye plan to do?”

Without speaking, Beatrice leaned over him and pressed her mouth to his. When his lips parted, she slid her tongue into Duncan’s mouth, and he suckled at it.

Sliding her hand down the center of his chest, she hesitated at the soft hair atop where his sex was and made circles with her fingers.

Duncan’s breath caught, a sign her touches were affecting him.

She then caressed his inner thighs, not quite comfortable touching any other part of him.

“What did ye think?”

“It was very enjoyable. Now ye.” He pushed her onto her back but did not kiss her on the mouth. Instead, he pressed his lips to the side of her neck and his tongue formed circles on the sensitive skin.

Beatrice gasped when he cupped first one breast and then the other. With the pads of his fingers, he teased each tip until they were hard. Then to her delight, he took one into his mouth, while continuing to tease the other.

The longer he touched and kissed, the hotter her sex became, until she was rubbing her thighs together in an effort to relieve it.

“I think… ye should…join with me now,” Beatrice gasped out each word.

This time when Duncan came over her, he seemed more assured, taking himself in hand and guiding himself to her entrance.

Beatrice cried out at the wonderful sensations their joining brought. Each one of his movements bringing more and more pleasure until she was sure to faint. On and on Duncan continued, seeming to gain momentum with each thrust, until slapping noises filled the room.

Unable to keep from it, Beatrice let go and allowed what would happen freedom and it was then the sensations of floating and then falling were joined by hot trails up and down her body.

She cried out when everything erupted at once, a feeling like none she’d ever encountered.

Unlike her, Duncan continued to seek his release. His large body was now drenched in sweat as he drove into her again and again. Hoarse grunts of pleasure echoed in her ears as he lost control, his movements jerky until with one last thrust, he spilled and cried out.

This time when he collapsed over her, Beatrice smiled into the darkness, sleep taking her away as she felt the bed move when Duncan slid off and left.