Page 71 of Beast and Remedy (The Last of the Heirs #2)

A man who turned my world upside down when we were torn apart, and a man who dropped everything to help me.

A king from another kingdom. On his knees. For me .

My heart stutters, love swirling and expanding across every muscle, every tissue, every nerve in my body as I admire him. Love him.

His tongue swipes along my center, and I gasp, relaxing my hold and combing his hair away rather than pulling as he devours me.

“That’s it, my love,” I coo, my breath shallow. “I love it when you please me.”

Beau tenses, but I don’t stop with my compliments, knowing praise gets him off as much as it does me. “I love having your tongue lick and tease my clit.”

Beau moans against my cunt, and I scratch his scalp, humming my approval.

He thrusts his fingers inside of me, and I gasp, my breaths growing heavier as my core tightens.

Beau’s golden eyes dart to mine as he flicks his tongue, ripping a long orgasm from me.

The world brightens, and I inhale sharply, barely covering my screams as he draws out my climax, maintaining his rhythm and letting me ride it out.

When the rush calms down in my core, Beau moves, kissing up my body as he stands.

I’m already hungry for more, and I rub his pants, needing every inch of him latched onto me.

Beau smiles as he takes off his shoes and removes his trousers, kicking the discarding clothing across the bedchamber. He hoists me up, my legs held by his forearms as he guides us from the door to the wall in a swift movement, the stone cool against my back.

“ Beau .”

I groan his name like an uttered prayer when the tip of his cock teases my entrance.

Beau thrusts, exhaling a sharp breath as he fills me. “Immaculate. You are immaculate.” He nestles himself into the crook of my neck, latching on and kissing me.

I hold him close, wanting to ignore the grooves against my back and stealing me from the perfection of Beau. Trying to meet his every movement, I end up hissing when something scrapes my spine.

Beau halts. “Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s the stones. I think they might have scratched me.”

Beau shifts, carefully bracing us against the wall. I move off him, and my knees buckle from the shift of our position.

Beau catches me and guides me further into the room, only to spin me and check my back.

I want to reassure him I’m fine and suggest we move to the bed, but a warm balm soothes my skin. The caress of his magic lingers when the faint light behind me dissipates faster than it appeared, and I peer over.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Beau’s dick presses against my ass when he pulls me back to him. “I wanted to,” he whispers from behind, goose bumps prickling down my spine.

I’m lured into the haze of lust as he sways, his touch coasting along my breasts and down to my center.

Beau nips at my earlobe before murmuring, “I also want to do more of this.” He finds my clit once more, his other hand wrapping around my neck.

But he doesn’t squeeze, rather directs my head back, resting it against his shoulder. Beau angles his chin, his mouth finding mine as he holds me captive.

His touch is intoxicating, something I want until my last dying breath.

But I don’t want to be the only one getting all the attention, so I run my fingers against my wetness before reaching between us. I twist my wrist and coat the length of him with my own essence, eliciting a grunt from Beau.

I whisper, “Let me take care of you.”

I pump his cock, another moan leaving him and encouraging me. I do it again for good measure with my own smirk appearing when he pants, pressing his forehead against mine.

“This is—” Beau swallows when I stroke him again. “This is just fine,” he breathes, his movements slowing from my consuming touch.

I grin wickedly, the chivalry he always offers fraying the more I keep my grip around his dick.

“It is?” I taunt, doing one slow pump and rub my ass against him before lowering my voice. “Because I have a few other things I think would be more than fine.”

I don’t let Beau respond as I steer us toward the bed, releasing my hold to face him fully. Inching up on my toes, I kiss him once, twice, and then a third time, before withdrawing and easing him to sit.

Beau follows my direction without a word as I nudge his legs open to stand between them. He rubs my sides as his mouth finds one of my breasts.

I trail kisses across his brow before guiding him down on the sheets.

Those beautiful golden eyes burn as warm as the desire in my heart as I prowl up his body and crash my lips against his. We mold together perfectly as I straddle him, aligning my center with his dick and grinding against his length, my wetness coating his cock.

“Fuuuck,” he grunts, his hands finding my hips.

I do it again, loving the sounds he makes as the friction thickens my arousal. My breaths match Beau’s, and I struggle with keeping my eyes open to watch him or close them to revel in how perfect this— we —feel.

His hold tightens as we build up a steady pace, our movements frantic, our breaths ragged.

“Fucking perfection,” he grunts, and his cock pulses, nearly undoing me right then and there.

“Mmhmm,” I manage, fully seating myself on his dick, my mouth parting in ecstasy.

I undulate my hips, clawing into his chest when I sit upright. Beau’s muscles flex.

The angle and fullness of him is exquisite. I moan, focusing on his entirety as I take him deeper, wanting— needing more of him.

Needing all of him.

Beau pants, his control slipping as he meets me with each thrust. “If you keep doing—”

“I know,” I breathe, gasping when he pumps deep enough for my walls to tighten around his cock. “But it’s too good.” I scoot forward, kissing him and keeping him close.

Beau’s fingers dig into my sides, my muscles clenching and drawing pleasure from both of us.

“You’re too fucking good for me,” he praises.

I throw my head back. “ More , B.”

We rock, and he spanks my ass. I bite my lip and moan in approval as his voice drops with promise. “Always, my love.”

I love this man with every morsel of my body, mind, heart, and soul. He completes me in more ways than I complete myself, and no one will ever come close.

“You are the light of my life,” I breathe, needing to remind him—to remind myself of how much he means to me. “I love you, B. You are my always. You are mine .”

I kiss him fervently, reveling in the pleasure jolting through me. The heat exploding across my body is welcomed, anything is so long as it leads to this—to him.

Beau cups the back of my neck, keeping our mouths intertwined and our bodies joined. After a few glorious moments, he slows and pulls away, his sweat hitting my skin.

His movements indicate how much more he wants, but instead of losing control, he murmurs, “I love you, too, Rosebud. I am yours.”

My stomach flips, and I hum with satisfaction.

In and out, we move, the spike of pleasure from him kneading my ass, drives my climax closer. Needing his touch everywhere, I grab one of his hands, guiding it to my throat and capturing his gaze.

“ Promise me, Beauvais,” I demand, squeezing his hand on my neck twice before letting go and trusting him to remain close.

Those beautiful golden irises dart between mine, a seriousness pulling us both taut. Our hearts—our souls—our love envelop us, everything ardent. Rhapsodic. Perfect .

His hold tightens, stealing my breath. “Forever, Vivienne,” he vows.

Deeper, he thrusts, subtly pulling air from my reach, murmuring my name with each buck of his hips. He coaxes me, praising me as he spanks my ass and squeezes it.

A deep, guttural moan escapes me—the sensations—the pleasures he draws forth are too good. Too perfect.

My body locks down, our frenzied movements growing more deliberate and intentional. I chant his name, my heart fluttering and my inner muscles pulsing.

“Be my good fucking girl and let me feel you come,” Beau whispers, applying more pressure to my throat and kissing me.

My vision blurs, my orgasm erupting as I shatter, screaming into his mouth.

He deepens the kiss, his other hand gripping my backside as he rams into me, dragging out my climax and moaning when his release follows.

Our lips refuse to part even as we relax and both come down, still intertwined with one another.

When I pull away, Beau scans me over. “Are you well?”

I nod, tracing along where my nails punctured his skin.

“Sorry about this.” I try to mask my wince.

Beau gazes at where I left a mark and lifts his eyes to mine. “Don’t be, I love it.” He leans in and kisses me before guiding me off him with ease.

I snicker, my head resting on his chest as he runs lazy circles around my back.

We help each other swipe away our sweat-slicked hair, grinning and laughing, and I take my time to memorize him.

My love always evolves—always grows—and I can’t even imagine how only a short while ago, I was afraid to let him back in. It makes me wonder if this was what it felt like for him when his brother and father passed away and when he withdrew from everything and everyone.

If he let me back into his life after all that time, deep down, I think I was meant to let him back in, too. Even the esprit’s reminder of my magic needing Beau drifts to the forefront of my mind.

My heart warms at the thought, but a flicker of fear crawls up my spine of having to shift at will now we are leaving in the morning.

“What’s that look for?” Beau asks.

I blink away my doubts, removing the negativity and returning to the joy. “What look?”

“The one telling me you’re either regretting our time together or you’re wishing for more.”

I snort. “Never the first.” I perk up and kiss him softly. “And always the second.”

“Good,” Beau says, his lips caressing my forehead before he continues. “As long as you always want the second, I always will, too.”