The Beast & His Beauty Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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Now the beast demands more. At the sight of her pink cunt peeking between her spread thighs, he lets out a growl and shoves until he has enough control to use my tongue and lick her. He breathes her in, sensing how the scent of her has filled the air around the bed, and my cock twitches. The beast ruts against the side of the mattress to alleviate some of the pressure building there, but it cannot be relieved without taking her.

I keep a tight hold on myself as Elle spreads her legs farther and her nightgown slips another inch toward her waist. I push both hands underneath, over her soft, delicate skin, and remove the nightgown, her hair slipping through it last. She makes a small noise at the feeling of air on her skin and lies back on the bed, more beautiful than any painting I have ever seen. More beautiful than any woman I have ever imagined. I kiss back down her body, lavishing my attentions on each nipple in turn, then leaving a wet trail down to her hips.

Elle pants softly, whining for more as I reach the softness of her stomach and below to her thighs. The beast takes full control, overpowering me for a few moments, and he sinks my teeth into her thigh.

“Oh,” Elle cries, and I bite her again a few inches from the first mark. The next sound out of her mouth is a deep moan. She is hot and responsive, beginning to writhe, and I have to pin her hips to the bed so I can devour her.

This time it’s no small lick of my tongue over her center. I suckle all of her, tasting every inch of her cunt and sucking at her clit until she comes with a scream. Her hands clench wildly in my hair, and it only fuels me to enjoy her more and more. Elle moans, swept away by the pleasure, as I focus my tongue on her clit once more and bring her to a second orgasm that spills sweet arousal all over my tongue.

With her panting and sated, I can no longer ignore my own needs. I shove my trousers down, freeing my cock, and crawl on top of her, bracing my elbows next to her head. I drag the crown of my cock through her folds and find her entrance, then push myself in.

Fucking hell. I groan my pleasure into the crook of her neck. She is the definition of heaven.

Elle gasps and tilts her hips on the mattress as her body stretches to take all of me in. I fuck her with hard strokes, more beast than man, and Elle clings to me, trying to take me even deeper. It does not take long before she’s coming again, her hot pussy clenching hard around me. It’s my undoing. My pleasure spills out of me with a roar, blending in with Elle’s cries. I push myself deep inside her and slip a hand between us, searching out her clit and bringing her to another peak while I’m still inside her.

Elle drops her head back against the comforter after and I take my time planting small kisses along her skin as her heartbeat slowly calms. I’m careful with her as I gather my composure and clean up the mess we’ve made. It’s silent and I realize after a few moments that she has fallen asleep, no longer able to remain awake.

I sit back on my heels and watch her as she sleeps. Contemplating what she’s done to me. And the hold she has over me. Pink marks rise on her skin from where I kissed and bit her. Her chest is flushed. She looks thoroughly fucked, and the beast growls his appreciation, and I feel his need to protect her.

Elle doesn’t stir when I get off the bed and get a cloth with warm water to clean her better, and she is limp when I maneuver her to the pillows and pull the covers over her naked body. She appears so deeply asleep that I dare to undo the knot of her blindfold and leave it on the pillow next to her.

In the hallway, I close her door behind me. The air is fresh in the hallway as if the castle has opened windows to let a breeze in. It cools my skin as I walk, passing my own bed chambers and going to the tower. Elle’s note has been in my pocket since she finished it at the terrarium.

On the highest floor of the tower, I open the stained glass window near where the rose sits silently in its cloche and look down. There is little to see in the dark, but the beast’s senses can make out the grass below, the wall, and the forest.


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