“I need you.” She panted.
Bently froze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Belle grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. He shut the door behind them as she moved towards the bed. She lifted her shirt over her head before reaching for her pants.
His eyes took their time, drinking her in. His hands clenched at his sides.
“Don’t hold back,” she said.
“I don’t want you to think this is all I want from you,” he ground out, his self-control seemingly hanging by a thread.
“Is it?” she asked, unhooking her bra and letting it fall to the floor.
“No!” His voice was sharp.
“Okay, then.”
He swallowed as she hooked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and tugged them down her legs, leaving her bare.
“You exposed your deepest darkest secrets to me. You let me in and I sat with you through the pain. Now, I’m standing here, naked and vulnerable. I’m asking you to join me. I’m asking you to connect with me in a way that I’ve never done with any man but you. I’m asking you to make love to me, Bently.” A chill skated across her skin as he stepped closer. He reached out, tracing the line of her jaw before he tipped her chin up. His hulking frame towered over hers. She felt so tiny next to him, and yet so safe.
“You’re truly the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, both inside and out. You must have been sent from heaven, my sweet angel, because there’s no one else on this earth who holds a candle to you.” He bent his head and kissed her, long and deep. Taking his time as he explored her body with his hands, he left no inch left untouched. His rough palms skidded over her skin gently, a perfect contradiction. Belle was cherished and loved. Adored and worshipped. Frantic and needy.
She reached out and pulled his shirt over his head as he undid his pants, leaving them in a pile on the floor. He dropped to his knees and spread her legs. Her stomach clenched as his gaze turned dark, focusing on the juncture of her thighs. He leaned in, his pink tongue darting out and licking through her already slick folds. Fire bloomed like a flower, blossoming and growing. Her skin tingled. Her knees trembled and wobbled weakly.
“Bently,” she gasped.
He gripped her ass, pulling her closer, spreading her wider as she tugged on his hair, seeking balance in the erotic chaos.
“I missed your taste. Never going to give this up again. You’re so perfect. So fucking beautiful, every part.” He licked again, spreading her wider. Bently pressed two fingers inside her, and curled them. The pads of his fingers knocked the sensitive spot deep within her. Her body vibrated and her core clenched in a tortured blend of pain and pleasure.
She whimpered.
He sucked her clit, teeth grazing, sending her over the edge as white-hot bliss consumed her body.
“Bently! Oh god! Fuck!”
He licked her gently as she came down before he kissed her thighs. Trailing up her belly, he pressed her gently onto the bed, crawling over her. She pulled his boxers down, and he helped, leaving him completely naked. His hard cock jutted out between them, nudging the apex of her thighs.
Belle reached over, stroking the hard velvet length as his muscles bunched and tensed. A drop of precum beaded at the end. She pressed his chest, pushing him onto his back before she climbed on top. Belle bent to lick the tip of his cock. The salty taste incited a primal fever inside her.
“Fuck,” he swore.
She reached her hands out to his hard abdomen, dragging her nails over his toned six-pack as she took him all the way into her mouth. He throbbed and pulsed inside the well of her lips.
“Jesus, fuck! Belle . . . Angel,” he pleaded before he groaned. His breaths became shorter as she pumped him in and out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue over the tip.
Two hands of iron gripped her and pulled her up. “I need to be inside you, right now.”
His tone left no room for argument. Her core throbbed with an empty ache. She wanted him more than her next breath. She lifted her hips over his swollen cock and slid down, taking him in from root to tip until he bottomed out. She hissed. He felt so good. So right. Stretching her, filling her all the way to her womb.
His hands gripped her hips roughly. Her skin burned hot. Awareness prickled through every nerve ending with a hurricane of sensation. She began to move, thrusting up and down, riding him as pleasure tumbled through her. His half-lidded eyes focused on hers as one hand played with her breast and the other gripped her neck, pulling her to his mouth.
“Your pussy feels so good. So tight.”
She kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip as she increased the pace. His pubic bone hit her clit just right as she whimpered. A sheen of sweat formed between them. Belle rocked back and forth, moving, grinding against him. His hot tongue stoked the all-out blaze inside her.
He pinched her nipple, fueling the pressure building. Strong merciless hands gripped her hips, pushed her up, and slammed her back down. She cried out. The pleasure overwhelmed and overpowered her senses. She was not in control anymore, or maybe she’d never been. It was too much—all-consuming. Fire and ice. Dark and light. The violent euphoria took over her. She flushed with heat. Her orgasm quaked and splintered inside her. She was soaring, enveloped by the stars and heavens above that glimmered and flashed in her eyes. Souls merged. Breaths mingled. Bodies tangled. She wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.
His brows drew together. His gaze focused and intent as he bit his lip. “I love to see you come apart, Angel. It’s the most beautiful sight in the
