Page 93 of Carnal: The Beast Who Loved Me

He rolled the both of them over so that she was on top, her face poised inches away from his.

“Are you mine, Carnal?”

His voice was deeper than usual, gruff and raspy, but he answered without hesitation. “I’m yours, little demon. And I always will be.”

She lowered her lips to his, already knowing the heavenly taste and feel of his mouth, eager to repeat the delicious experience of his kiss. He opened his mouth to her and matched her passion, pressure for pressure, touch for touch, until she rolled them over again, longing to feel the weight of his body stretched along the length of her.

He tugged upward on the shift, urging her to raise her hips so that he could pull it over her head. She explored his beautiful body with her hands while he tore the pants away and threw them to the floor, off to the side of the bed. When he returned to the arms held open for him, their desire was accelerated by the exquisite feel of skin on skin. She moaned. He growled without opening his mouth. It startled her temporarily until she realized it wasn’t hostile or aggressive. It was simply Carnal far more aroused than she’d seen him before.

She pulled her legs up his body, resting her calves on his hips. At the same time she reached between them, took his cock in hand, and began to stroke. Carnal closed his eyes for a moment as he growled softly and rocked into her hand. He ran his tongue slowly over her nipples, fangs skimming lightly over her breasts, not hard enough to prick or sting, just hard enough to send a jolt of desire to her core.

She didn’t know if Carnal was making love to her more to distract him from his grief over Crave or because of desire for her. What was important was that Rosie knew instinctively that she was what he needed most in the world at that moment. She also knew that he was sharing far more than just his body.

He brought his mouth back to hers and kissed her deeply while his hand moved to caress her sex. When she moaned, he broke the kiss, gave a soft snarl, and nipped at her neck.

“Wet,” he said. “Wet for me. You want me, little demon.”

Nodding emphatically, she said, “Right now.”

His head came up. She couldn’t make out his expression in the dark, but could tell that his eyes were shining. He, on the other hand, seemed to be studying her face, searching for something. What, she didn’t know.

He adjusted his hips and let her guide his cockhead to her entrance. She released her hold on him at the exact same moment he entered her, crying out at the sensation of intrusion and the pleasure of being filled deep and wide. She hoped the sounds of the storm would mask the noise she was making. She didn’t want to seem disrespectful of the household, especially not on a night such as this.

Carnal’s thrusts eventually became a slow and steady rhythm, guided by Rosie’s responses. He seemed to be hyper attuned to every move, sound, and breath. Rosie was aroused by the physicality of the lovemaking almost to the point of pain, but also by the primal noises Carnal made. When he stiffened, signaling release, he lifted himself above her and found her clit with the softest part of his thumb. Within seconds he’d coaxed a climax from her body so that she finished right after, reveling in both the orgasm and the warmth of his semen spilling inside her womb.

She wasn’t worried about pregnancy because she could control whether she conceived or not. Likewise, disease wasn’t an issue. She hadn’t mentioned it to Carnal, but during her time at Newland, she’d learned that Exiled could always tell if they were sick. At that point she knew enough about Carnal to trust that he wouldn’t take risks with her.

He collapsed on top of her, but moved most of his body to the side so that she wasn’t taking his full weight. He buried his face in her neck and began nuzzling. And purring. Against her skin, she felt his lips pull into a smile.

“Rosie,” he rumbled. “Mine.”

Her body shook with laughter at the textbook caveman statement. “You’re purring,” she said.

He rolled to her side, but left his arm over her waist. He gave her a light squeeze. “Mine.”

“You sound like a caveman, Carnal.”

“I’m not a man, Rosie. I’m a beast.” He nuzzled her ear, which managed to tickle and arouse her at the same time. “A beast who loves you.”

Rosie turned away and scooted back so that they were spooning. She grew drowsy with the sound and sensation of Carnal’s deep purr at her back, coupled with the sound of the rain lashing the windowpane. She wished she could freeze the moment in time because she was sure she would never feel so perfectly content again. “Yours,” she whispered as she clutched the muscled arm around her middle a little tighter. And she knew she’d never leave him so long as he needed her.

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