by Marian Tee
And that was when she felt it---
The softest touch on her hair.
Oh.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip to stop it from trembling.
It was the first time for him to come so close, the first time for her to feel his touch.
“Please do not ask to see me just yet, ma belle. I beg you---”
A painful gasp escaped her. “Oh, Aurélien.” It was only then she realized just how much it meant to him, and her heart ached all the more. What kind of scars could this man bear, to be so terrified to show himself?
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I won’t force you to show yourself to me anymore, but…” She bit her lip hard.
“Anything else,” the beast said rawly. “I will do my best---”
“Touch me.”
The beast froze.
“I promise to keep my eyes closed,” she said shakily. “But touch me, please.” Because something had to change, and because – because she wanted it, needed it.
“Arabella.” The beast sucked in its breath. “Do you know what you are asking for?”
“Y-yes.”
Mon Dieu.
With her back still turned to him on the bed, the beast slowly ran its clawed hand through the silky tresses of her hair, and having their bodies finally connect with each other was so that when she shuddered, so did the beast.
“If I do this,” the beast grated out, “then there must be rules.”
Arabella’s heart slammed against her chest. “I u-understand.”
“Never kiss me.”
Her eyes widened.
“Never even touch me without my permission.”
The breath whooshed out of her, and she realized that all these rules must have to do with his scars.
“And you must never ever try to see me in the light.”
When Arabella didn’t speak, the beast said quietly, “Those are my rules, ma belle. Promise to obey them and---”
Her breath caught.
“I will pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams.”
Her body jerked at the words, and she choked out, “Yes.” Because there was nothing else to say. “I promise---” And a gasp escaped her. Somehow, Aurélien had managed to douse the fire crackling in the fireplace, and in another moment, all the blinds on the windows had been drawn, with not even an inch of moonlight able to slip into the room.
It was pure darkness, and her heart started to hammer, but it was not out of fear. Oh, far from it---
And when she finally felt his touch---
Her eyes closed.
She knew she had done the right thing.
Aurélien’s lips moved over her body, raining kisses all over her skin, and she could have cried then and there. The way his lips moved seemed as if he was worshipping her body with his mouth, and it was too much.
“Oh, Aurélien.”
When he started to trace her lips with his tongue, she had to clutch the sheets tightly, not wanting to accidentally touch him and have him leave her.
“Comment faites vous pour être si belle?”
Oh God. Arabella writhed under him as his words, whatever they meant, caressed her skin, and she muttered, “Stop being so sexy.” She heard him chuckle, and she snarled, “I don’t even know what that means---”
“How are you so beautiful?”
Her cheeks reddened. “Stop it.”
Another chuckle.
“It’s not like you can really see me in the dark---”
“Trust me, ma belle. I can, and you are like a goddess.”
She wished she could say something snarky in response, but at that moment all she could do was moan, with Aurélien somehow managing to rip her dress away from her body.
Another moment passed, and her bra soon followed, and she gasped again.
Her panties were the last, and this time she couldn’t help whimpering.
She was naked.
Really naked.
And then she felt his tongue laving her nipple---
Oh God.
When he started to suck, she could only moan and tighten her grip on the sheets. It was too beautiful, and it was too much. By the time he moved on to her other breast, she was already panting.
Oh, she never wanted this to end!
Please let this never end!
But soon, his mouth was moving farther down her body, and when Arabella realized where it was heading, her legs instinctively started to close.
“No, ma belle.” Firm hands settling on her knees accompanied the command, and then her legs were slowly being opened, wider and wider, until she could only whimper as she found herself completely exposed.
Oh, thank God it was dark!
She felt him moving, settling between her legs, and she could only swallow hard as she braced herself---
But when it finally happened, Arabella realized that there was no way to prepare herself for this kind of pleasure. No way to expect this kind of feeling, of having his mouth on her most intimate core, of having his tongue run over the lines of her swelling folds---
His tongue dipped inside of her, and Arabella’s entire body jerked under his mouth.
“Aurélien, oh God!”
His tongue started thrusting in and out of her, and she couldn’t stop panting. The sounds she made were infinitely embarrassing.
“Oh God, I c-can’t---”
His tongue thrust harder, and her panting rose in volume, the explicit sound bouncing against the walls.
Oh God, he was making her sound like a slut – and she loved it.
Her head began to toss and turn, and her fingers dug harder into the sheets.
A ball of heat began to form inside of her.
“Aurélien---”
“I know, ma belle.”
“Aurélien, please!”
The way she sobbed its name out made the beast lift its head, and the look on her face was the sexiest thing the beast had ever seen, causing its already rigid cock to throb even more demandingly under its pants.
The beast had done its very best to control itself, had only wanted to give her pleasure, but now---
Ah, mon Dieu, the beast wanted to shove its cock into her, claim her virginity, and make her its woman.
“Arabella…” Her name came out a tortured groan. “You must tell me to stop.” Because even as the beast was speaking, it was already positioning itself over her, pushing her legs wide apart---
The beast knew it mustn’t do this, but it couldn’t control itself. In mere moments, the beast, too, was naked, and when the beast lowered its heavy weight against Arabella---
She moaned, but instead of pulling away, she started rubbing her body against his.
“S-so good,” Arabella whimpered.
And the last remnants of the beast’s control began to break.
They were going too fast.
She might regret this the next day.
Things would change completely after this.
All sensible thoughts, and yet the majority of the beast’s mind was still focused on claiming Arabella’s virginity. Still, the beast managed to rein itself in, just enough to say hoarsely, “Tell me to stop, ma belle.”
But instead of obeying, the beast saw Arabella cover her mouth, as if she didn’t even want to accidentally tell him to stop.
“Arabella.” Her name came out a half-groan, half-hiss. Breathing hard, the beast asked harshly, “Are you certain?”
She answered by lifting her hips up, and the beast growled when it felt her moist heat brush the head of its erection.
Mon Dieu.
I give up.
The beast carefully took hold of her hands and placed them on his shoulders. “This is the only place you can hold on to me, ma belle. D’accord?”
“Y-yes.” Arabella did her best to prepare herself, but when Aurélien finally started to enter her, she realized right away that it was impossible. There was just no way to imagine what it felt like, to be stuffed by a man’s cock---
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And as inch after inch after inch continued to fill her pussy, Arabella’s eyes began to roll back, and she wondered dazedly how could there be so, so much more of his cock. Was this even normal---
Aaah!
Arabella arched under Aurélien with a gasp, her nails instinctively clawing his back as she felt his cock tear through her hymen.
Her dazed eyes seeking his in the dark, she whispered shakily, “I’m yours.”
A shudder wracked the beast’s powerful body at the words, and it said hoarsely, “Oui, ma belle.”
Her nails dug deeper into his back. “And you’re mine, right?”
The possessiveness in her voice was unmistakable, but the beast didn’t mind. It liked being hers. Straightening over her, the beast flicked its tongue against her ear, and as Arabella jerked in shock, it was then the beast whispered, “From the very start.”
Ooooooh.
The sweet words had her toes curling, and it stayed curled for at that moment, Aurélien had resume his movement, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into her---
A silly giggle spilled past her lips, and Arabella choked out, “My God, Aurélien. How much of it is still there?” She already felt so full, it was like his cock was reaching all the way to her womb and yet when she gingerly reached down, she could readily tell by the space between their bodies that---
Oh my God, there was still more?
And almost as if he had heard her thoughts, Aurélien answered in a smirking tone, “More than you’ll ever need.”
Her face flamed.
“So much more…that when you try taking me in your mouth, you might choke on how big and long my cock is---”
Oh!
Arabella wanted to snarl that he was being a conceited oaf, and too much ego was a turn-off…but she couldn’t. How could she when she was literally experiencing the truth in his words and---
“Oh my God!” Her thoughts faded as she buckled and gasped when Aurélien finally slid the last inch of his cock inside of her.
His tongue once again touched her ear, and as she shuddered, Aurélien whispered, “This is only the beginning.”
And so it was.
Arabella had no words to describe how it felt as he finally started thrusting in and out of her. All she could do was feel and savor every possessive, dominating movement of his cock, and as his thrusts gradually became harder and faster, she found herself lifting her hips, wanting to meet his every thrust.
“Yes.” The word came out in a hiss of approval, and then he was moving even more forcefully, causing her entire bed to rock as he started pounding into her.
Bam, bam, bam –
The erotic sounds of their bodies slapping against each other, the feel of his weight over hers, and oh, the way his cock plunged in with such exquisite savagery---
It was just too much, and she couldn’t help moaning his name out like a chant, over and over even as she mindlessly rubbed her body against his, never wanting it to end.
Every thrust of his cock felt like it could rip her into two, but instead of filling her with fear, the strength of it filled her with excitement and caused something inside of her to start to build, making her body tighten.
Her eyes once again started to roll back.
“Oh God, Aurélien.”
The sound of her voice told the beast that she was near to climaxing, and when her inner muscles tightened around its cock, the beast groaned her name out loud as it felt its balls tighten.
His thrusts became wild and furious, and he was pumping into her relentlessly now, spurring both of their bodies to orgasm.
Arabella reached her peak first, her muscles contracting around the beast, and she screamed as she reached her orgasm.
“Aurélien!”
The beast’s back arched at the sound of her gasp, and with one last plunge of its cock into her moist depths, it reached its own orgasm as well.
Hot sticky cum filled her, and her legs tightened instinctively around Aurélien as Arabella tried to keep every drop of his seed inside of her. The feeling of him cumming inside of her for the first time was indescribable, unforgettable, and it made her heart feel so close to bursting she just knew---
She had to say it now.
Even if people thought she was being silly and foolish---
Even if people thought she was no different from a hostage falling for a kidnapper---
She didn’t give a damn.
She had to say them.
And so she did.
“Aurélien, I love you.” The words came out soft and tremulous, but they made endless tears roll down her cheeks. No words had been more liberating – or terrifying – but even so, she didn’t regret saying it. And so she said it again. “I l-love you. And I’m not saying it to force you to say it back, but only because---”
“Hush.” And then he was crushing her against him, his lips brushing against her hair, and as she hid her face against his neck and inhaled his scent, she heard Aurélien whisper, “There is nothing to force. I loved you even before I saw you, and every goddamn day you give me a new reason to love you more.”
Glass Houses
Blissful was the only way to describe the next chapter in Arabella’s life, of which the nights had become her favorite part of the day. Arabella being Arabella, she tried hiding it from the staff, but all the smirks and knowing looks they sent her way told Arabella she was failing miserably in concealing her happiness. And to be perfectly honest, she wasn’t really that bothered. How could she when Aurélien was everything she could have ever asked for – and more?
As a lover, he was quite imaginative and wonderfully unpredictable, and by that she meant kinky as hell. One day, he would have a pole temporarily installed in her room, and somehow he’d be able to convince Arabella to dance for him. Another day he had her blindfolded and her wrists chained above her head, and he would take her from behind, not speaking a word until both of them were cumming. Sometimes, he would make her literally cry with the way he was taking his time fucking her. Other times, he would take her in the most deliciously rough way while talking oh-so-dirty in French. Or at least she thought it was dirty. French was such a pretty language it was hard to tell the difference between curses and compliments.
Whatever he did, Arabella enjoyed every minute of it – or at least she did until the jerk had deliberately let it slip that Mr. Temps was in charge of acquiring his little joys.
And then there was his stamina. Oh sweet heavens, the man could go for hours, it was unreal! She had thought that women passing out in sheer exhaustion from making love was a myth – until Aurélien had made her come three times in less than two hours. By the fourth time, she had literally fainted, and when she had woken up, the bastard had been so gorgeously cocky she was torn between slapping him and begging him to do it again.
All in all, his bedroom skills were certainly without par, but if one were to ask what she loved most about the French billionaire, Arabella would have to say it was his company. She genuinely enjoyed being him, and with the exception of Maurice, Arabella hadn’t found any other man who was as intellectually stimulating while at the same time willing to put up with her fiery ways. She loved the way Aurélien was willing to engage in debate with her on any given topic, loved how he was able to respect her opinion and argue at the same time.
In fact, the man seemed to know her so well that it was as if he knew her thoughts even before she could decipher them. On their first week as lovers, the billionaire had gifted her with a fully equipped art studio built next to the mansion’s garden. It was so she could continue improving her craft, Aurélien had said, and at the same time keep her busy during the day.
And it was only when Aurélien had said the words that Arabella realized she had started to get bored with her life on the island, with nothing to do in the hours that Aurélien was away.
Like she said, perfect – which was why the instances in which Aurélien occasionally displayed his own vulnerable insecurities never fai
led to make her heart twinge. There was this one instance when he had entered her bedroom while she had been curled up in the settee, browsing a travel magazine, and he had asked from the shadows, “Are you missing the outside world, ma belle?”
“No, I was just…looking for something to read.” A blur went past her as she stammered out her lie, and by the time her words ended, the fire had also gone out. Low-key Superman, Arabella thought. It was what she had come to think of the extraordinary little things he did in the cover of darkness, a way for her to stay sane when she thought of how impossibly fast and strong he could be.
Like now.
One moment Arabella was alone on the settee, another moment they were on the bed, with Aurélien flat on his back and Arabella riding him astride. “Jesus Christ, Aurélien, you’re going to kill me with a heart attack one of these days!”
But Aurélien didn’t even laugh. “Are you regretting the choice you made to stay with me?”
Oh. Understanding too late where he was coming from, she shook her head, saying vehemently, “I love being with you, Aurélien.” And it was true. But when the billionaire still didn’t say a word, she realized with a grimace she should have known better than to hope Aurélien wouldn’t see through her.
He always did…because he loved her.
“I am a little sad at times,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Because of your father?”
“That’s one thing, yes, but…” A wistful note entered her voice as she explained, “I also wish I could go places with you, even just Paris. I mean, I’ve seen a bit of it already with Papa, but I feel like it would be different – more special – if I walked around the city with you.”
“Well…I am a billionaire.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know that’s not what I meant, so stop fishing for compliments.”
“No, truly, I do not know,” Aurélien protested ever-so-innocently. “So humor me, ma belle. Tell me how it would be different.”
Letting out an exaggerated sigh, she said, “Well…I guess it’s because you’re so…French? And you’re so---”
“Je ne sais quoi?”
Even though she didn’t understand a word he said, she did know when she was being played for a fool, and Arabella glowered down at the billionaire in the darkness. “Low blow, dude. You know I don’t understand a word you’re saying,” she said irritably. “What does it mean anyway?”
