Kept By the Beast by Hallie Bennett
CHAPTER EIGHT
ASA
Poppy is mine.
The knowledge beats in time with my heart.
Mine. Forever.
Grinding my hips into hers, I let Poppy feel the full weight of my body anchoring her to the ground ﹘ urging her to recognize my dominance and the permanence of our relationship. There’s no going back now.
The taste of her cream clings to my tongue, and soon it will coat my dick. No one else will ever know her as intimately. Or as thoroughly… Because I plan on tracing every freckle and vein with my tongue until every inch of her skin bears my claim.
“Asa…” She wiggles underneath me, her hands bunching into the fabric at my shoulders while I remain immovable ﹘ solid sinew and bone with a steel rod ready to plumb her sweet depths.
“You’re overdressed, baby.” Deja vu hits as I discard her jeans before wrestling her shirt and bra off her writhing form. Her frenzied need emboldens the roused caveman inside, lush curves jiggling with each movement and calling for my dominance to restrain her for my pleasure.
Poppy licks her lips once she’s completely bare and eyes my covered form. “So are you. And as much as I like the lumberjack motif, it’s time to go.” She attempts to unbutton my flannel, but she’s rushing too much to maneuver the tiny buttons.
Quickly, I shift back and rip the offending shirt off, the snap of falling buttons tip-tapping across the floor. But who cares about one ruined shirt when I have my woman begging for us to be skin to skin?
Shimmying out of my boots and jeans, I bring my body back to hers, and we groan at the heated contact. Hard lines meet soft curves as I settle over her.
“Damn, baby. You feel so good, so right. You were meant to be mine, weren’t you?” Dropping my head, my teeth bite at the exposed spot where her neck and shoulder meet before sucking hard and leaving behind my first mark of possession. It’s archaic ﹘ something a barbarian would do ﹘ but it won’t stop me from adding more to the collection.
I wasn’t kidding about staking my claim and cautioning others that dare mess with my mate.
“Yes, only yours,” Poppy agrees, her legs wrapping around my waist to hold me closer. The fact that she reciprocates my need, matches my hunger, pushes me over the edge and conscious thought is abandoned as I descend on her like a salivating beast.
Squeezing her lush tits together, my mouth nips and sucks her berry-colored nipples, an intriguing flush darkening the areolas before spreading over her chest. I follow the colored border of raised bumps with the tip of my tongue before flicking each sensitive tip.
“Someday, I’m gonna fuck these with my cock and spill my cum all over your beautiful breasts ﹘ smoothing it into your skin ﹘ so my scent’s imprinted on you.”
A mewling cry exhales from her throat as he claws at my scalp, urging me forward. “You like that, don’t you, little flower? A secret part of you loves the idea of being completely owned by your man ﹘ no matter how depraved I am. Isn’t that right?”
Poppy’s blue eyes flare in assent, another garbled “Yes” renting the air. And satisfaction pounds in my chest. Positioning my leaking cock between her thighs, I trace the opening with the tip before pressing to her center.
She’s fucking tight, and her body stiffens at the invasion. Concern batters away some of my lust at the change, and I ask, “Are you alright? I don’t want to hurt you.” I’m a big motherfucker, and my cock’s no different.
“I’m fine, just adjusting.” Poppy’s face turns pale, and I stop, afraid of moving forward. “I probably should’ve mentioned I’m a virgin. Just go slow, and we’ll be good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive.” A gentle hand cups my cheek. “I don’t want to stop.”
Nuzzling her palm, I release a pent up breath and nod. “Okay… If it makes you feel any better, this is my first time, too. Though I know it’s not exactly comparable.” I’m not the one being breached by a fucking steel pipe.
“No, it helps. Except it’s probably because of those mean girls and their bullying, huh? Which just makes me angry and sad.”
“We’re heading in the wrong direction if that’s how you’re feeling.” Reaching a hand down, my thumb slides across her clit. “Don’t think about them. Think about us. This.” I continue my ministrations, her body relaxing and allowing my cock to slip deeper ﹘ inch by slow inch.
Poppy massages my neck before tilting her head and grazing a tender kiss over my lips. “You’re right. We’re all that matters.” Our tongues meet in a languid dance of affection and passion, serving as a pleasurable distraction until Poppy’s heat engulfs my thick cock.
A shudder courses down my spine, and a thin film of sweat rises on my skin. Fuck. How am I supposed to maintain any sort of control with her body and scent surrounding me?
Swallowing hard, my hips start a pounding rhythm ﹘ no finesse, no more caution. I need her to come before my threadbare restraint frays into oblivion. Licking along the mark I left earlier, I growl as Poppy shivers at the action, a glaze of exhaustion appearing on her face. “Come for me, little flower. I know you’re tired; you’ve been through a lot today. Just give me one more.”
Back bowing, her pussy clamps down on my cock in release, and I send up a prayer of thanks as my own orgasm erupts, body shaking in relief. I collapse to Poppy’s side, our harsh breathing mingling in the ensuing calm.
True happiness and contentment burgeons in my blood. Something I’ve never felt before in my life, and it births a fear of what will happen if I ever lose it ﹘ lose Poppy.
“Next time, let’s make sure you have a rug in this hall.” The odd statement makes me laugh until two things dawn on me. She plans on there being a next time, and she must be extremely uncomfortable on these hardwood floors ﹘ devoid of any semblance of cushioning.
“I’ll order one online later. You can pick it out.” Rolling to my feet, I bend to ease Poppy off the floor. “But first, you need a nap.”
Cradling her in my arms, I ignore her protests of being too heavy and head towards the master bedroom with my precious cargo. Time to prove I’m worthy of more than a fuck ﹘ show how I can care for all of her needs.