The Beast & His Beauty Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
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And to use me for his own pleasure, although he did not break through the last boundary of my body.

Is that what we are walking toward now? Is that what he has planned for me? Is there some other space more fitting for the beast to take my innocence than the bed? The bed where he already put me on my hands and knees, growled, nipped, and kissed me until I was consumed with the need I had for him?

I can’t guess how this will go. The stories of my childhood swirl through my head. The beast and the prince blend together. The tale is both true and false, more innocent than it seemed and more dangerous, and I do not know how my story will end.

My breath becomes shallow, but this time the magic does not soothe me. It stokes the fire of my emotions, making the memories of his touch even stronger. They’re matched to the heat of those hands on my hips, guiding and commanding me just as he did in bed. I am clothed, for now, but under the influence of the magic, my desire for him grows. It would be better if he was simply touching my skin instead of the fabric.

Is it the magic that plays these tricks? Or is it simply the dreams I’ve manifested for myself?

The confusion I feel between what I know to be right and the base urges of my body tightens, making it difficult to breathe.

My outstretched hand meets something made from wood. The curves underneath my fingertips make me think it is a door frame. It’s more intricate than any door frame I might have seen in my former life. My father did not have the money to spare on decorating his home. Not when we were struggling to eat after my mother passed.

I know it is only an object, but the way the curves feel in contrast to the beast’s hands make my breath catch and I stop.

The beast’s front hits my back. Instantly, I’m hot all over.

His chest is broad and strong, like his hands. I expect that he will pull himself away from me to put distance between us again, but he shifts slightly and presses himself closer. His hands tug gently at my waist. There’s more physical heat from his chest, and it seems to surround me at the same time the magic does.

I need him. I need him to be inside me. There is no reason for him to wait to have what he wants, and I know he wants my innocence because I feel his attraction, too. His heart beats steadily against my back as I arch, making contact at more places. Every breath I take is warmer than the one before. How could I want such a thing? This time, the thought is a mere whisper, and I know that is not because of the magic itself. It is because the feel of his body is overwhelmingly tempting.

Every instinct in me craves to have me turn around and put my face in his neck. To inhale his scent. What would he do if I left a trail of kisses up his neck? Would his flesh respond to me the way I’m responding to him? I do not have the bravery to attempt it, but something in me wonders if I need bravery at all. Turning around would be disobedient, as he has only told me to walk and hasn’t commanded me to face him, but the heat between us is a sure sign that he wouldn’t reject me.

If I tilted my hips just so, I could press my body over his cock. I do not, but not because I fear what he might do.

I fear the magnitude of this wanting and what it may turn me into. Would I still be myself if I succumbed to the passion I feel for him? It cannot be a passion that I would be allowed in any other circumstance. I could never feel such passion for Lord Crawe. I cannot bring myself to tolerate the man, much less want him, and yet here with the beast, my body is alive with the forbidden possibilities he offers.

For the first time since we left the room, I do not care about the blindfold. It does not prevent me from feeling his body touching mine, and I can sense his strength and feel it without being able to see. It does not prevent me from wanting him and from feeling a slick heat between my legs. It does not prevent me from wishing to stay here and take no more steps until I have had more of him.

Again, my mind whispers the question that came to me after he left my bed.

How could I want such a thing?



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