Author: Alyse Zaftig
Category: Paranormal
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“Like a monster. A beast. There’s nothing sexy about that…”
“I don’t love you because you’re sexy, Belle. That’s just a nice bonus. I love you because… well, cause you’re you. I love everything about you. I always have.”
She smiled up at him then, a glowing smile that lit up her very being. With a light and joyful heart, she raised her lips to his, and welcomed the kiss of her one true love.
The tender, reconnecting kiss started slow. Exploratory. Their lips recognized each other and the kiss quickly grew heated, from softly seeking to a long-banked but still burning ember catching fire and reigniting hot.
Mouths and hands were suddenly everywhere as every inch of each of them demanded to reunite all at once.
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Gastard’s hands slid up, into Belle’s hair. He tugged the bow keeping her hair pinned back and released it, letting it cascade over her shoulders. He gripped her face in his palms, kissing her deeply before burying one hand in the locks at the back of her head and pulling.
She moaned against his mouth as he used her hair to pull her face from his and expose her neck to the trail of kisses he proceeded to rain down on her.
Nipping and licking he tasted his way down, sliding her dress from her shoulders and yanking the front of it down, baring her breasts.
One hand encircled her waist, pulling her body against his, as his other hand found and cupped her naked breast. He teased the nipple with his thumb, making it pucker and come to life, begging to be sucked on.
He dipped his head to do just that and the long-forgotten sensations of having Gastard’s mouth on her body drove her crazy with pent-up need.
She gripped his hair in her fist and arched her back, offering her breast for any and all sucking and kissing he’d give it.
He sucked one tit, then moved to the other, drawing her nipple deep as his hands yanked and tugged on her dress, finding their way under her skirt. His palms found her thighs and slid higher, til he was cupping her ass and pulling her harder against him.
She could feel the massive hardness of him and she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against the rod still tucked away in his pants.
She widened her stance to let his huge hand slide over the curve of her ass, his fingertips pressing on, until she could feel the tips of his fingers teasing her clit even as he kept her ass cheeks palmed in his hands.
His fingers bent and straightened in a ‘come here’ motion, the friction of them sliding over her wet panties, the flimsy bit of fabric the only thing standing between her pussy and his fingers filling her full, was maddening.
With a grunt he bent his knees and then he stood, picking her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, moaning as he settled her perfectly over the length of his cock.
Her panties and his pants between them or not, she couldn’t help the animal instinct to rock, rubbing herself against the length of him, squirming to get his cock to scrape against her clit just right.
It had been way too long!
“Now! Take me now, Gastard!”
He walked a few steps, she was hoping toward the stairs and her bed. Or the couch. Or a table, she didn’t even care, she just needed to feel him inside her again.
She felt her back hit the wall of the foyer instead, pressing her between the real wall and the huge wall of his body as he used his weigh to pin her there. She felt him tugging his pants open and down and she whispered, “Yes! Oh, yes!”
Only her panties separated them now, she could feel the satin heat of him, so close!
She felt his fingers find the edge of her panties and she groaned in anticipation.
Move them, move them aside!
Only, he paused instead.
“What?” She asked. “What’s wrong.”
“I want to see you first. To taste you. All I’ve thought about since I last saw you was burying my face between your thighs and making you come. I love how your thighs squeeze me when your orgasm is building. I want to taste you when it hits.”
His words sent thrilling shivers right through her, and she wanted nothing more on this Earth than to give herself up to everything he’d just said, but his words also reminded her of his cursed inability to come himself.
“Wait, Gastard. No. I don’t want to be the cause of any more of your frustration. If you can’t come, I won’t either. It wouldn’t be fair.”
“I love you, Belle. For that, and for so much more.”