Page 51 of Beauty and Her Beasts (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 1)

“Then you would have been no better than him,” I said.

“He almost killed me,” he added.

“I’m glad he didn’t succeed,” I said.

Declan settled his burning gaze on me. “You are?”

I nodded. “Of course. A world less one Declan would be a much darker place.”

He smirked and returned his attention to the fire.

“How do you think it’s going back there?” I asked after several silent moments.

He shrugged. “King and Gunnar have it handled. That’s all that matters.”

I sighed and leaned into Declan, sliding my arm through his and tracing my fingers down his arm to his hand. He opened his fingers to allow mine to weave through them and I rested my head on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of my head which made me look at him and smile. He grinned as he looked into my eyes, and I fell into the intense color.

His hand grazed the side of my face. “I want to kiss you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” I asked.

His lips parted as they drew closer to mine. My eyes closed. His lips brushed mine and heat exploded within my center. His tongue danced along mine, and I became dizzy. Moon groaned and hobbled away, judging by the sound of his paws hitting the dirt.

Within moments, Declan coaxed me to the ground next to the fire and hiked up the skirt of my gown, sliding his hands along my legs and in between my thighs while his mouth explored my lips, chin, and neck.

I softly moaned.

Declan’s fingers found their way beneath the waistband of my panties, dipping between the folds of skin and brushed against my clit.

I gasped.

“Tell me to stop,” Declan said.

“Why?” I asked as he continued to kiss me and touch me.

“Because your father could walk out on us,” he said. “Or Gunnar and King could arrive at any moment. Or because you want me to.”

“No,” I said.

“If I continue,” he warned, “I won’t be able to stop until you are completely and utterly satisfied.”

“Just take me already,” I said.

The cloth of my panties was ripped from my body, exposing my sex to the stark cold of the night. Seconds later, Declan’s erection pressed against my entrance.

“This dress has to go,” he growled and ripped the skirt up the middle.

I gasped. “I loved this dress.”

He settled his darkened gaze on me. “It can be mended.”

His erection slid into me, slowly and gently. Not like how I expected. I smiled and relaxed into the feel of his girth filling me. He was the perfect size, and I loved the feel of him slowly moving inside me.

His mouth returned to mine as he continued to move. His kisses were like honey, sweet, slow, and full of passion. I half expected him to fuck me dizzy, but he instead took his time, which was delicious and tantalizing.

His hand slid underneath my hair, clutching handfuls of my brown strands tightly into his fist. I gasped as tingles rippled through my body, settling between my thighs, increasing my orgasm.

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