Page 149 of Rescued By the Beast
We had no time to lose.
Now, three months later, here we are. Face to face. He looks at me with so much love, with such a desire to build something solid, and I can feel every beat of my heart resonate with the same urgency.
"I can't wait to live the rest of my days by your side," he whispers in my ear before saying "yes," agreeing to be my husband.
The yes that escapes me in a sigh is not just a promise.
It is our destiny, sealed before everyone, with the certainty that, no matter what the future brings, I belong to him.
And he to me.
In a second, his lips touch mine, sealing our union once again.
I lose myself in that kiss, feeling everything we are and everything we will always be.
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We are on our honeymoon, far away from everything. We chose an isolated chalet in the Dolomites, at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by nature. We decided to spend our first night exploring the forest around the chalet, finding a nearby lake and familiarising ourselves with the path.
The full moon illuminates the treetops, and the sounds of nature around us only increase the feeling of being alone in the world, lost in each other.
We walk side by side, our bodies touching with every step, exchanging subtle caresses, savouring the pleasure of our company, of the moment, without haste. Your fingers slide across my skin, caressing my shoulder, then my hair, with a gentleness that contrasts with the growing tension. In response,my hand slides down his back, feeling the stiffness of his muscles under his shirt, the heat of his skin burning under my fingers.
When I run my hand over his abdomen, down to my fingertips playing with the waistband of his trousers, Mark gasps sharply.
"I can't take another second of this torture," he growls, and suddenly he pulls me hard and presses me against a tree.
I let out a giggle, and a low, involuntary growl escapes his lips as he kisses me with fierce need, as if he can't contain himself any longer. My body arches towards him, my breasts pressing against him, my hard nipples rubbing against his shirt. I wrap my arms around his neck and lift one leg, letting him fit perfectly inside me, pushing my hips.
He kisses me urgently, as if trying to devour me, and I surrender completely, feeling my body yield against him.
He moans softly, his hot breath against my skin, and his hand squeezes my waist tightly, as if holding me so I won't leave.
"You drive me crazy with lust, I can't stay away from that delicious mouth for even a minute..." He bites my lower lip, then slides a hand down my body until he touches me between my legs. "All I can think about is that little cunt..."
"Then come on, fuck me right here," I rub myself against his hand, and he growls, pulling my knickers aside, plunging two fingers inside me, making me shudder.
"Naughty girl," he murmurs, sucking my neck before pressing his teeth into my mark.
I feel him pull away and whimper, he laughs, but seems to contain his own frustration at postponing what we want.
"Come here," he says, pulling me by the hand. He guides me to a space between the trees and then takes off his shirt, lining the ground with it. "Sit here and open your legs for me."
I do as he asks, settling myself on the shirt, leaning back, resting my elbows on the ground, and slowly opening my legs, causing my dress to ride up. I'm still wearing my knickers, but they're to one side, exposing my wet pussy.
Mark watches me standing in front of him, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling out his cock. When he squeezes his fingers at its base, I see a drop of precum escape from its swollen head. I lick my lips at the sight, wanting to taste that drop, to feel its salty flavour on my tongue...
But then my pussy throbs with lust and I change my mind, I need him inside me, and I need him now.
"Mark..." I moan, pulling my knees up to me, spreading myself open for him. "Come on."
"Fuck," he growls and practically throws himself onto my body, fitting between my legs and sinking in with a hard thrust.
"Ah!" I cry out, throwing my head back as the sensation of him filling me all at once hits me. I'm used to his size by now, but it still takes me by surprise.
"My wife..." he whispers, his voice hoarse and full of desire, his hot breath against my skin as he takes me with uncontrollable force. "My female. My..." He sighs heavily, his breathing becoming more erratic, and in one fierce movement, he lifts his head to kiss me with desperate voracity.
His tongue invades mine with an urgent impulse, our kisses becoming a mixture of desperation and passion. He doesn't stop the movement of his hips, filling me with each thrust, which increases in intensity. The weight of his massivebody on top of mine drags me into a state of overwhelming ecstasy, and soon his heavy breathing turns into hoarse grunts, his rigid muscles trembling with every movement.
