Beautiful Beast - Page 109

She flicks the hard ridge on the head of my dick with her tongue and stars dance before my eyes.

“So come for me then,” she purrs.

And when her free hand tugs my balls as she hollows her cheeks and suckshard, that’s exactly what I do, losing all control with what can only be described as a primitive growl. It’s a sound I’ve never made before.

An overwhelming ache that she’s stirring deep within me that I can’t control.

With both hands on the wall, I lean forward to catch my breath, not quite able to believe what just happened. I never fully knew it until now, but this girl, this moment, and this feeling are what I want for the rest of my life.

Marriage doesn’t have to equal the suburbs and boring sex.

It can be castles and adventures.

I yank her back to her feet and straighten out her clothes to ensure she’s fully covered. She does the same for me and carefully tucks my cock back into my pants.

“I’m fucking you properly at home,” I growl.

“That was so good,” Belle moans, and her legs must be rubbery because she stumbles when she takes a step before grabbing onto me. “But I’m so ready for more.”

“Let’s go home, princess. But don’t forget what I said about sleepovers.”

When my eyes open, the moon and lights from the city illuminate the room. Usually, it’s pitch black when I sleep, but I must have forgotten to close the blinds.

But that’s not the problem.

Belle is in my bed, and she’s crumpled in a ball, crying.

What the fuck happened?

What is she doing here?

And, more importantly, what did I do to her?

I scramble to lay my hands on the controls that will turn the lights on, and when I do, I wish that I didn’t. Belle turns her tear-stained face to mine, and I can’t believe what I’m seeing.

My eyes close against the pain of my beautiful princess bruised and battered – from the violence my hands are capable of and that I apparently can’t staunch.

I was so goddamn hopeful about the future earlier, and now all my future fantasies with her drain out of me.

As much as it’s going to kill me, our relationship just can’t continue. I told her to stay away, and she didn’t listen. I told her no sleepovers, and she snuck in anyway. Our trust is now broken, and we can’t move forward.

Even though I didn’t invite her into my room, it’s still my fault for not being able to give her what she needs and craves enough to risk being hurt.

And she has to stop wasting her time with me and find someone who can deliver.

“I am so sorry, Belle,” I say, tears falling down my cheeks. I have no idea what the fuck I did or what I was dreaming about, but it’s undeniable that I hurt her. “Again.”

“It… It’s… okay. I… I… shouldn’t have… have… come in here, but I…”

“I’m calling an ambulance.”

“No!” she screams. “They’ll arrest you. And you weren’t even awake. You didn’t mean to… to… hurt me.”

“Is anything broken?”

I want to go to her, to hug her, to hold her, to cry into her lap. But she probably doesn’t want to be touched by me again, and I can’t blame her for it.

She shakes her head. “I’m okay. Really.”