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Light from the full moon floods his room.

I sit up and allow my gaze to move over him. His naked body is magnificent. All golden and smooth, and so damn masculine I can almost taste it.

I drink him in, my eyes sliding down his broad shoulders and down the thick muscles of his chest.

Down lower to the diamond-cut abs that lift softly with every sleepy breath he takes.

Down to the sexy V God gave men to tantalize both women and men.

His cock rests thick and heavy against his powerful thighs. My eyes linger.

I ache to touch it.

To put it in my mouth.

To feel it between my legs.

I lick my lips and wonder how it would feel as it grows in my mouth.

My body throbs because I know what it feels like when he’s inside me and I need to touch him.

I want to bend my head and take it in my mouth. Suckle the broad head and glide my tongue down the thick length of him.

I want to taste the salty cream of his precum, then the warmth of his cum as he pumps it down my throat.

But none of that will happen tonight.

He needs his rest.

His peace.

I lie back down so we’re face to face. His eyes are closed. His beautiful, full lips slightly parted. His mane of hair spread across the pillow. When I pull his heavy, muscular arm around me and snuggle into his warmth, he moans gently and pulls me in closer to his strong body, and I bury my face into his broad chest.

I close my eyes, aware of a new sensation singing in my blood.

Beast doesn’t need me to fuck him.

He needs to know I care.

CHAPTER 50

BELLE

I holdhim throughout the night. As he sleeps, he has me tucked under one arm and curled against his big body. But whenever he groans with pain, I sit up on my knees and gently brush my fingers across his skin in little invisible trails across his tattoos, something I know he loves and feels great pleasure from, and his breathing slows and he disappears into a deep sleep again.

I’ve never seen anyone have as much morphine as he did last night and not have it affect them. But then Beast is an anomaly. A big, beautiful anomaly.

And he’s mine.

And because he’s mine, my sleep is fractured and light, because I don’t want to sleep through any moment he might need me.

But sometime in the pale dawn light, I fall into a deep sleep, and when I wake up, he’s awake and holding me tight to his chest.

And in the early light he makes love to me.

He pulls out of me and a thick stream of cum slides down my thighs and trickles between my butt cheeks. I watch him from the bed, the giant naked man cut from slabs of thick muscle and strong bone.

He walks across the room, his hair trailing down his broad back, his heavy cock swinging between his powerful thighs, slick with a mix of him and me. He disappears into the bathroom, and I hear running water. When he returns, he’s carrying a damp towel.

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