Beast_A Filthy Sweet Fairy Tale Romance

by Miranda Martin

He reaches for my bra and I tense.

  "Shh. You're beautiful," he murmurs, kissing my neck as he slowly pulls it off.

  My panties are gone in the next instant, a puddle on the floor.

  "Step out of them," he says in a low voice, the voice that has me trembling with want. That voice is a weapon.

  I step out of them and flick off my shoes, a slight chill in the air now that I'm completely naked. I shiver, moving to cover myself, but Adir stills my hands.

  "No," he says in a thick voice. "Let me look at you."

  I finally look up to meet his eyes, but find his scanning my nakedness. The way he looks at me, I’m not quite so self-conscious anymore. Not when there's no mistaking his desire. His breath comes faster, his cheeks are flushed, his jaw tense.

  "You too," I say huskily, reaching out to tug at his clothes. "Take them off."

  "In a minute."

  And then he's pushing me back against the bed until I lie down, my feet still on the floor. His weight is on me in the next second. I gasp as his mouth comes down on mine, his tongue slipping expertly inside. I expect it to be ravenous, deep. But it's gentle. Exploring. I hum in the back of my throat, my hands creeping up to wrap around his neck as I give myself to the kiss. Our first kiss. My first kiss and I'm already naked. A bit backwards, but I'm not complaining.

  His hand skims down my side, grazing the side of my breast and my thigh. I groan, acutely aware of every point we touch. His chest on mine, his legs against mine. His mouth. His cock throbs against me, the thick length impressive and a little frightening. How will that possibly fit? The thought drifts away as he leaves my mouth to kiss down my neck, his fangs scrape against skin, sending shivers down my spine. He groans as he reaches my breasts, shaping them with his hands as he rubs his face against them. I slide my hands into his soft hair as I arch up when his mouth closes over my nipple.

  "Oh!" I gasp. I twist under him as his hot suckling makes me clench, a new wave of wetness between my thighs.

  "Too hard?" he murmurs, kissing my nipple and looking up at me, his hand cupping the round curve possessively.

  I shake my head. "I didn't know it would feel like that," I say, my face flushing.

  He grins, the dark edge to it so hot. I want whatever that smile is promising even if I don't quite know what it is.

  "There's a lot more than that," he assures me, lowering his face to my other breast. "Much more."

  I want to know it all. I roll my hips against him as he suckles even harder, his fangs pressing against me, his hands petting me, shaping me. There's so much sensation coming in at once. "I don't know if I can handle more," I confess, unable to remain still.

  "You can," he growls, leaving my chest and kissing his way down. "You will."

  And then he's between my legs, his broad shoulders pushing my legs wide apart. I fight off the urge to snap them shut as he looks at me, staring for a long moment.

  "Gorgeous," he mutters. "Look at how ready you are for me."

  He meets my eyes as he lowers his head and licks a long line right up the center of me. My eyes shut at the almost too intense sensation, at the thought of him down there, the thought of his mouth on me. And then he licks at my clitoris, his experienced tongue drawing small circles, flicking at me. I groan, my legs starting to close of their own accord. It's too much. But his large hands immediately grip the insides of my thighs and hold them apart, continuing the mind numbing torture with his mouth. My hands fist in the sheets as I try to twist away, something big building inside me. It’s dangerous. Like it will take me over somehow.

  "I...I can't," I mutter, my legs trying to close again.

  "You can," he growls.

  And then he licks me harder. Faster. The pressure building tighter and tighter. The tingling sensation inexorably coalesces in the center of me, a wave of warmth flushes every cell. I open my eyes and look down at his large body between my thighs, his mouth on that most intimate part of me. I cry out as the pressure abruptly snaps. I throw my head back as the pleasure washes over me, through every inch of my body as he keeps his mouth on me. Keeps me at the height of the pleasure, drawing it out, making it last. I groan, my head tossing to the side as he wrings me out, plays me expertly until my body finally goes limp, everything taken. I'm floating.

  He gives me one last kiss and then his weight leaves the bed. Sighing, I open my eyes a crack to watch as he quickly undresses, his eyes on my splayed body. I feel way too good to be self-conscious. Adir’s body is impressive as he reveals it efficiently. And in this case, I definitely appreciate efficiency. Large, muscled, strong arms, and thick legs covered in soft hair. His heavy erection already leaking. I rise up to my elbows as he sets a knee on the bed, his eyes intent on the place between my legs.

  "Wait," I say, coming up to my knees. "I want to touch you."

  "You can touch me later," he says in that gravelly voice.

  "No," I say stubbornly. "I want to know what you like too."

  "I like everything," he counters, but gives in. He lies down on the bed, his gaze lingering on me. "But I only have so much patience right now," he warns.

  I'll take what I can get. I climb on to of him, running my greedy hands over his hot skin, combing my fingers through his chest hair, enjoying the grip of it. I rub his small, flat nipple.

  "Do you like to be touched here?" I ask.

  "Hmm. That feels nice."

  Pushing my hair back, I lean down to lick at it, figuring maybe he'll like that too. I certainly did. He combs his fingers through my hair, sighing as I bite down gently on the small nub. But my eye is really on the impressive length resting on his stomach. Scooting back, I look up as I take it in my hands. His body tenses a little.

  "How do you want me to touch you?" I ask, enjoying the hot, silky skin stretched tight over his rigid length. It’s so alive. So vital.

  "Slide your hand up and down," he says, his eyelids lowering as he watches me comply tentatively. His cock throbs harder. "Yes," he sighs. "That's good."

  I stroke his length, fascinated. It's so big, so completely male. I watch as his balls clench.

  "How about here?" I ask, reaching down to touch them, stroking the delicate skin. It's so soft.

  He lets out a strangled sound. "Yes, I like to be touched there," he grates out. "You can cup me there. Squeeze me, but not too hard."

  I cup the heavy weight of his sack, squeezing cautiously, not wanting to hurt him.

  "Good?" I ask, looking at his face.

  His eyes are closed as he bites his lip. "Yes, good," he agrees.

  But he isn't going as crazy as I was. I look down at his thick shaft, at the tracery of veins running up the underside. His mouth felt really good on me. I dip my head and lightly lick the glistening head. His hips move as he gasps, his eyes snapping open to look down at me.

  "No?" I ask, raising my head immediately.

  He shakes his head, chuckling. "It feels good," he explains. "It would feel even better if you take the tip in your mouth."

  "Oh."

  I pick up his erection and point it upwards, it's already wet at the tip. He very carefully doesn't move. Curious, I lick at it. It's pleasant, a little salty. I take him into my mouth and he lets out a hoarse sound, his hips starting to move again. He makes an effort to stop himself, to stay in place for me. I slowly slide my head down a little, licking at the swollen head. I touch him with my hand where my mouth can't reach, exploring what makes him tense, what makes his cock shudder.

  I pull my mouth off, stroking as I look up. "Like that?" I ask.

  He nods, his head turned to the side. "Yes, that's good. If you suck a little, that feels good too."

  Nodding, I slide my mouth back over him. And suck. He groans, his hand sliding into my hair. I keep up the licks and the suction, but only for a few more seconds. He tugs gently and I lift my head.

  "Not what you wanted?" I ask, concerned. "Did I hurt you?"

  He laughs again, breathless. "No, no. It was almost too good." He sits up, c
upping my face, his eyes almost soft as he meets mine. "But I want to be inside you when I come."

  "Oh." Oh.

  "Lie down," he says, his hands sliding over me as he helps me down and then he's between my legs, the large, wet length of him in his hand.

  His eyes meet mine. "Ready?"

  I look at his erection with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I've seen pictures and videos before, but none of them compared to this. It's impressive.

  "How will it fit?" I blurt out.

  He groans, his hand tightening on himself. "I'll go slow," he promises, pushing my legs up and apart to make room for himself. "As slow as you need me to."

  I nod, nervous but wanting him inside me. I watch as he lowers himself, his head sliding against me. His eyes meet mine, the dark possessiveness in them sending another thrill through me.

  I want this. I want him.

  Chapter 12

  Adir

  I rub the head of my weeping cock up and down Isa's slick folds. She's ready. I've made certain of it. Not that it was a hardship. I lick my lips, knowing I'm going to want to taste her again, feel her coming against my mouth again. Hear the sounds she makes again. But though she's wet and hot, there's no denying it's going to be a tight fit. I bite back a groan as I look down at us, at how large my cock looks next to her delicate entrance. Patience. I have to go slow. I push in a little, clenching my jaw as the head of my cock is surrounded in her tight, wet heat. Just the tip and I'm riding the edge of my control.

  Her body tenses under mine and I look up to meet her eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" I ask, holding in place even though all I want to do is bury myself deep inside her, claim her body as mine.

  "No," she says, shaking her head, her cheeks are flushed and her mouth is swollen from everything we've already done. She's so gorgeous, so responsive to my touch. So curious and innately sensual as she tries everything for the first time. "Keep going."

  I nod, leaning down to kiss and suck at her breasts, skimming my hands lightly down her body. Pulling out a little, I push back in, sinking a little deeper. I lean back to look, her eyes are tightly shut, her head turned to the side as she accepts that little bit more. Reaching between us, I find her stiff little clitoris and rub it lightly as I thrust again. Deeper. She turns her head to the other side, her hands coming up to grip my arms, her short nails digging into my skin as her breathing deepens. I kiss her cheek, nuzzle her neck, keeping my fingers moving.

  Hooking one of her legs with my arm, I pull it up and out, opening her up even more. I look down at my thick length spearing into her, her delicate folds gripping me. I quickly look away, worried I'll finish before I'm even inside her. When I have myself under control, I take a firm grip on her and thrust in the rest of the way, burying myself to the hilt, claiming her completely.

  Mine. I am her first. She is mine.

  She cries out, her back arching as my hips meet hers, her hands squeezing me hard. I kiss her slightly parted lips, staying still inside her tight, hot depths, giving her time to adjust to my length. She's small, tight. Patience. I grit my teeth as I force myself not to move when all I want to do is thrust, take Isa hard and deep until I've marked her so well with my body she'll never question that she's mine. I touch her, kiss her, smooth my hands over her until she starts to relax.

  Her eyes open halfway to look up at me.

  "Okay?" I ask, cupping the side of her face, searching her eyes.

  "Yes," she murmurs, her hips moving a little against me. "Why aren't you moving?"

  A bolt of heat spears through me at that plaintive question. "I'll move," I assure her, my voice low.

  Slowly. I need to go slowly. I watch her face as I pull my length out, her body clinging to me deliciously. Then I push back in, just as slowly, one inch at a time until I'm buried deep once again, exactly where I want to be. She cries out, but that tense look to her face is fading, a flush of pleasure starting to take over.

  "Good?" I ask, just to make sure.

  She nods, her hands sliding down my arms."Yes. Keep going, please," she asks politely.

  I let out a hoarse laugh as sweat slides down my back at the control I'm having to exert. I keep going. Slow and steady, watching her face, her body, taking my cues from how she reacts to what I'm doing. I want this to be perfect for her. I adjust my angle and she arches up against me, her mouth parting in a gasp. There. I hold her there as I thrust smoothly into her at that angle. My fingers find her clitoris again, pinching it, rubbing it.

  "Adir!" she cries out, her body twisting under mine, the sound of her crying my name sends a hot stab of pleasure through my cock. "It's too much!"

  "Shhh. You can take it," I growl, keeping up the thrusts and the stimulation. "Let it come."

  She's so perfect. My eyes devour her. Her flushed face, her hair in disarray, the light layer of sweat covering her as the orgasm barrels towards her. She's almost there. Just a little more. She lets out a small sound and her body clenches down on me in a tight grip, her legs shaking as the climax hits her. Yes. I ride her through it, wanting it to last, wanting her to get every ounce of pleasure she can from it. I'm so focused on her, my own orgasm almost catches me by surprise.

  I let out a hoarse sound as I sink into her still rippling depths, my balls drawing up hard as my cock shudders inside her. As I mark her with my seed. Just the thought has another wave hitting me, until I slap my hand against the headboard, bracing myself as tremors race through my body. I come harder than I ever have, until I have nothing left.

  Our breathing is harsh as both of us slowly slide down from the peak. Sighing, I carefully pull out of Isa and lie down next to her, pulling her body in against mine. I kiss her damp forehead as her heartbeat steadies. She hums a little, burrowing in against me, tucking her face in against my neck.

  "That was...very nice," she says drowsily.

  I let out a startled laugh. "Nice?" I tease.

  Isa smiles against my skin. "It was amazing, mind blowing, I can't get enough of you," she adjusts, stretching her sated body against mine. "Is that better?"

  "It will do for now," I chuckle, a glow of contentment washing over my body.

  This wasn't just sex. I've had just sex before and it has left me physically satisfied, but otherwise unmoved. This is a warm glow of pleasure that has nothing to do with the utter satisfaction of my body. Isabelle Stone is mine. I cup her backside and pull her in even closer. Mine. The beast inside me is completely in agreement, more satisfied than it ever is. Than I can ever remember it being in my adult life. Yes. The beautiful, intelligent, defiant Isa is mine.

  I open my mouth to tell her how I feel, to tell her what she does to me, when a loud sound interrupts my thoughts. It's the comm buzzer. I frown, coming up on my elbow.

  "What is it?" Isa murmurs, sitting up too.

  "It's the—"

  "Isa! Isa, it's your father! No, get off me, I have to speak to her!"

  The sound of the buzzer striking rings through my penthouse. Then there’s the sound of a shuffling struggle. The comm button is behind the receptionist's desk. The guards must be pulling him away. My stomach sinks.

  "Father?" Isa says, her eyes widening as she slides out of bed.

  "Do not take him away!" I bark out an order as I follow her out of the tangled sheets. The comm knows my voice, I know it will reach the receptionist. "He's a guest! I'm coming down!"

  Even as we both quickly make ourselves presentable, trepidation washes over me. There can be no good reason for Stone to be here.

  I look over at Isa's worried face as we rush to the elevator.

  And hope I'm wrong.

  Chapter 13

  Isa

  I’m happy and relaxed as I lie against Adir's hard body. Utterly and completely satiated. Limp with it. The sex was amazing. I didn't really know what to expect from my first time and had braced myself to be disappointed. After all, it was my first time, I didn't know what I was doing. A lot could have gone wrong. But I didn't factor in that Adir
most definitely knew what he was doing. Really knew what he was doing. I’m sore, yes, but deliciously so. A memory of the pleasure that just drenched my body, and the way he's holding me now, tight against his muscled body, his heart beating against mine—I feel like I'm his.

  Utterly and completely possessed.

  But somehow, it doesn't chafe like I thought it would. It seems right. Like this is exactly where I'm supposed to be. With him. Here in his arms, skin to skin. It’s so perfect.

  I should have known it wouldn't last.

  A harsh buzzing sound echoes around the room.

  Adir is immediately alert, frowning as he rises up on an elbow.

  "What is it?" I ask, sitting up too, his alarm infecting me.

  "It's the—" he starts but then quiets as my father’s voice and the sounds of a scuffle come over the speaker.

  My heart leaps into my throat and I immediately slide off the bed. I don't know why Father's here, but I need to get to him now.

  Adir barks out orders to his people, but it's in the background for me as I quickly clean up the evidence of what we were just doing. I don't want to put the uniform back on but I also don't want to waste time running to my room and grabbing my own clothes. Quickly pulling on the yellow dress, I leave the apron off, hoping it won't look quite so ridiculous without it.

  Adir and I rush to the elevator to take it down to the lobby. Neither of us say anything as the doors open, both of us grim. There's no good reason for Father to show up like this. But plenty of possible bad ones. He’s waiting at the receptionist's desk and run over, only half noticing Adir stays back. Father looks terrible. His hair is in complete disarray, a bruise high on up one cheek, a black eye, his clothing torn. When he sees me, he limps over, indicating more injuries.

  "Father!" I cry out, taking him into my arms gingerly, not wanting to inadvertently hurt him further. "What happened to you?" Anger washes over me at the thought of someone attacking Father, someone so sweet I've never even seen him kill a spider.