Chapter 30. I Was About To Unleash The Beast, But I Manage To Control It For Her**

Chapter 30: 30. I Was About To Unleash The Beast, But I Manage To Control It For Her**

The last thread of my control snapped. I reached out, my large, calloused hands cupping her breasts. The contrast was obscene... my dark, scarred fingers against her pale, tender flesh.

"Ah! Nnh..." Millie let out a soft moan as my thumbs grazed her nipples. "Leon... your hands... they’re so warm..."

"You’re so soft, Millie," I groaned, leaning forward to bury my face in the crook of her neck.

I inhaled her scent, something like wildflowers and clean water. "I’m going to ruin you for anyone else..."

"Do you understand that? I’m going to mark you so deeply you’ll never forget who chose you."

"Yes... please..." she cried out as I nipped at her earlobe, my teeth grazing the sensitive cartilage. "I want to feel it... I want to feel everything you are."

I pushed her back onto the narrow bed, my muscular frame looming over her like a shadow. As I stripped off my own clothes, revealing the full extent of my arousal, I saw her eyes widen.

Her breath came in short, ragged pants. When she saw the sheer size of what I was carrying, a whimper escaped her, not of fear, but of overwhelmed need.

"Oh... god..." she breathed, her hips lifting off the mattress unconsciously. "Leon... you’re... you’re so big..."

"You asked for this, Millie," I growled, straddling her thighs, feeling the heat of her cunt pressing against my cock through the thin barrier of my remaining clothes. "Tell me again..."

"Tell me you want this man."

"I want you," she screamed softly, her fingers digging into my biceps as I pressed down, the friction sending waves of agony and ecstasy through both of us. "I want you to take me!"

"Please, Leon! Now!"

The beast inside me didn’t just wake up; it tore through the surface because of her begging...

All the pent-up rage from the day, the blood on my hands, and the adrenaline from the fight fused into one singular, devastating need... which is to claim her.

I didn’t just want her right now, but... my fetish of having sex with a beastwoman... I know that I wanted to consume her right away.

I pressed myself over her, my full muscular weight crushing her into the mattress. The bed creaked ominously under our combined mass.

I pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, my fingers encircling both of her delicate wrists like iron bands.

My free hand roamed her body with possessive violence, squeezing her thighs and hiking them up to expose her completely, before sliding up to knead her breasts with bruising pressure.

"Leon... ah! Nnh!" Millie’s head tossed back against the pillow, her white bunny ears twitching erratically.

Her chest was heaving, and her massive breasts were bouncing with every ragged breath she took. "You’re... you’re so heavy... oh god..."

"Good," I growled against her throat, my teeth grazing her pulse point. "I want you to feel every inch of me..."

"I want you to know exactly who owns this moment." I pressed my cock against her entrance, the friction of my cock sliding against her slick folds sending sparks through my brain.

I was so fucking close to losing myself completely. My hips bucked instinctively, seeking that friction, seeking to bury myself inside her.

But then, I saw it.

I had paused mid thrust to trail my tongue down her sternum, and when I looked up to meet her eyes, the haze of arousal had fractured.

For a split second, her pupils dilated not with desire, but with something else. Her breathing didn’t just quicken... it hitched, becoming shallow and staccato.

Her bunny ears didn’t perk up at my touch, but they flattened tight against her skull, and her entire body gave a microscopic flinch... the kind a cornered animal makes when it expects a blow.

’Fuck.’ The realization hit me like a physical punch to the gut.

The ’fuckboy’ in me wanted to ignore it. He wanted to push through the flinch, to ride that fear into a climax.

But the man... the Leon who had promised to hunt down anyone who hurt a beastwoman felt a protective ache so sharp it hurt more than any wound I’d taken in battle.

This wasn’t rejection... it was muscle memory. Her body was reacting to a lifetime of being treated as property, not a person.

I froze.

I didn’t pull away entirely... that would feel like abandonment, but I stopped the aggressive assault. I released her wrists, letting her hands fall free, and shifted my weight so I wasn’t crushing her but cradling her.

"Millie," I whispered, my voice cracking, stripped of its earlier dominance. "Hey... Look at me."

"Look at my eyes."

She blinked rapidly, tears welling in those large, expressive eyes. "I’m... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to—"

"Shh, shh... Quiet," I cut her off gently.

I leaned down, not to claim her mouth, but to press soft, lingering kisses to her forehead, her eyelids, and the tip of her nose. "You didn’t do anything wrong..."

"I’m sorry... I went too fast, didn’t I?"

"I want it," she sobbed quietly, a single tear escaping. "I swear, Leon... I want you."

"I just... I forgot for a second that I’m allowed to feel safe."

"You’re safe... I promise you, in my life, you are safe with me." I shifted again, moving my body to the side so I could face her fully. "We go at your pace... Only yours."

"If you want me to stop, we stop..."

"If you want me to slow down... I slow down."

"You’re in control for today, Millie. Make sure to be honest with me."

I reached down, but instead of the rough grip from before, my touch became reverent. I ran my palm down the curve of her hip, my touch as light as a feather, before coming up to cup one of her breasts.

I didn’t squeeze, but I simply cradled it, my thumb tracing circles around her nipple with agonizing slowness.

"Is this okay?" I asked, watching her face intently. "Can I touch you like this?"

"Yes... oh... yes, Leon, please," she moaned, the sound more genuine this time, less startled.

Her body began to relax beneath me again, her hips swaying experimentally against mine. "That feels... so good... so gentle from you."

"You deserve gentle," I murmured, leaning down to suckle on one breast, taking her nipple into my mouth with careful tenderness. "You deserve to be protected at all cost."

"Mmmnh... ahhh..." Her fingers found their way into my hair, tugging gently. "Leon... your tongue... nnh..."

I moved lower, my hands exploring every inch of her pale skin as if I were discovering a new continent.

I kissed the soft skin of her belly and the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, listening to the way her moans changed from startled gasps to deep, throaty purrs of pleasure.

The tension in the room hadn’t vanished... it had transformed.

It was no longer the tension of a predator and prey, but it was somehow... the electric, charged atmosphere of two souls finally finding their rhythm.

"Leon..." she whispered, her voice dripping with honeyed need as she arched her back, bringing herself closer to me. "I’m ready now... I’m really ready."

"Please... I want to feel you inside me... Properly."

I looked at her, my own cock throbbing painfully at the request, my eyes dark with a hunger that was now tempered by devotion. "Are you sure, Millie? Tell me again."

"I choose you," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "Take me."

"Okay... but I’m going to make sure you’re adapted to anything that I give you now, okay?" I smiled. "Have some patience."

I pulled her close, but this time, the weight of my body wasn’t a cage, but it was a shield. I wrapped my arms around her, enveloping her small frame within mine, letting her feel the solidity of my chest against her massive breasts.

I wanted her to understand that my strength wasn’t something to fear... it was something she could lean on and something that existed solely to protect her vulnerability.

"I’ve got you, Millie," I murmured against her temple, my breath warm against her skin. "Just lean into me..."

"Feel how much I want you, but also how much I respect you."

I began to explore her again, but with a reverence that felt almost sacred. My hands, broad and scarred from days of violence, moved over her curves with newfound delicacy.

When my rough palms slid down to her hips, I didn’t grip them to control her... I caressed them to worship her.

The contrast was intoxicating, my dark, hardened skin against her pale, impossibly soft flesh.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," I whispered, my voice thick with genuine awe. "Every inch of you... I could spend hours just memorizing you."

As I moved my mouth down to her throat, tasting the salt of her tears mixed with the sweet heat of her skin, I felt her change.

The tension that had made her body rigid began to melt. Her breathing shifted from panicked gasps to deep, resonant moans that vibrated through both our bodies.

Her bunny ears, which had been pressed flat in fear, began to perk up, twitching with every deliberate stroke of my tongue.

Her tail... that small, white tuft began to wag against the sheets in a rapid, involuntary rhythm of pure pleasure.

"Leon... ahhh... nnh..." Her voice was different now. It wasn’t the sound of someone surrendering to a force; it was the sound of someone discovering their own power. "I can feel you... everywhere."

"Your hands... they feel so safe."

"That’s because they belong to you now," I growled softly, moving lower. "Only you."