Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 25821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
He growled anew, and I felt his paw tighten around the back of my neck as he pulled me in closer, my breasts smashed to his chest, my nipples painfully hard.
He was panting against my mouth, his lips slightly parted as I tentatively pressed my tongue inside, exploring him, touching mine with his.
He tasted spicy like cinnamon. So wild and potent that I couldn’t stop the moan that was pulled from me. And then he was tilting his head to the side and crushing his mouth harder to mine.
He moved his tongue along mine and I was shocked to feel it was textured, rough like a feline’s.
The kiss wasn’t gentle or soft. It was slightly awkward given his fangs and tusks, but God, it felt so good. And he tasted even better.
He broke away far too soon, but he didn’t pull away and instead ran his big, fat, textured tongue down my cheek, along my jawline, and down my neck.
I gasped at how strange it felt, the warm wetness of him literally licking me.
He did this back and forth, up and down the side of my neck, bathing me in this very primal way before he kissed me once more. I opened wide, my mouth far too small to fit well against his, but it didn’t matter. It all felt so good.
He dragged his tongue over my lips before plunging it inside, pulling out and repeating the action.
But all too soon, he pulled away. I leaned forward, staring up at him with no doubt a dazed expression. I curled my fingers tighter into his fur, pulling him toward me, wanting more.
He groaned and smoothed a thick pad along my bottom lip. “If I don’t stop, I’ll take you here right now, Belle.”
My pussy clenched and I felt more wetness coat my lips and smear along my inner thighs. He inhaled sharply. I knew he smelled me, my arousal.
“And I want you in my bed, spread and soaked—that juicy cunt all primed for me—when I fuck you for the first time.” He growled. “But after that first time…” His eyes flashed red. “I will fuck you in every single room in the castle, marking you with my scent so it saturates the air.”
I clenched my thighs together and bit my lip.
“But make no mistake. I want to fuck you and fuck you hard and thoroughly. I want to fill up every hole you have. I want you to be covered in my cum so you smell like me all over.”
He took a step back and focused on my breasts, which were heaving beneath my bodice.
“I want to fuck you between those huge tits, Belle. I want my cum to cover your neck, want to smear it all over you and make you taste me.”
I closed my eyes at his obscene words, feeling dizzy.
I forced my eyes open to see his eyes flashing red.
“I can smell how wet your pussy is for me.”
I sucked in a startled breath.
“Leave and go get ready.” The Beast’s voice was harsh as he turned from me. “If you don’t leave right now, I’m liable to tear off that gown, spread your thighs, and fuck your cunt hard and rough like the animal I am.”
I only stood there for a second, but then he turned back around and growled. He took a step forward, his head lowering, his gaze still trained on me. A part of me wanted to stay right where I was, to see how far I could push him.
But I wasn’t a fool. I couldn’t do this right now. No matter how much I wanted to see how beastly my new husband was.
Chapter
Eight
Belle
The sun was barely starting to set over the horizon when the Beast helped me up on a massive steed and climbed up behind me.
He’d tried getting me to stay back again, but I’d insisted, too worried about what my father was going through if he was in that much trouble. I knew enough about Gaston that the man was evil to the bone, and I had no doubt he would torture my father just for the hell of it. I had to do everything in my power to help, even if this was foolish of me.
The stallion huffed and stomped as I gripped the reins. I blew out a slow stream of breath when the Beast placed a paw over my belly, pulling me back against the hardness of his chest.
I felt so dainty against him, his palm nearly covering me from breast to pelvic bone, his thighs as thick as my torso and framing either side of me. I’d never felt safer.
I glanced over my shoulder and tipped my head back so I could look into his face. He was already watching me. I hardly knew the Beast, had only been here for such a short time, yet inexplicably I trusted him.