Page 44 of Beast of Blood and Roses (Dark Ever After Fairytales #1)
Chapter Forty-Four
Aurora
Fierro’s intense gaze locked onto mine, a magnetic pull that seemed to draw me into his very soul.
His dark hair cascaded down, brushing against my trembling thighs like a whisper of satin.
I inhaled sharply, a mix of anticipation and wonder swirling within me as his mouth descended with deliberate purpose.
His tongue moved skillfully, a master at his craft, lapping at the dark patch of curls with an exquisite precision that felt like an artist painting a masterpiece.
Each flick and swirl was a declaration of my sweetness, a confection that he devoured with a hunger that nearly sent me up in flames of ecstasy.
I had never imagined such a sensation, this intoxicating blend of pleasure that was raw and unfiltered, a primal dance of senses.
Fierro seemed to revel in every sound I made, his eyes darkening with satisfaction at each cry, as if my responses fueled his determination to draw even more from me .
“I love to hear you scream,” he murmured from below, a low, tantalizing whisper that wrapped around my senses.
“Take me,” I whimpered, a breathless plea. The mounting pleasure threatened to overwhelm me, each moment stretching out like a taut string on the brink of snapping.
“Not yet,” he replied, his hands steady and firm, catching me just in time. They held my hips with a commanding grip, bracing me as if anchoring me to reality while he skillfully demonstrated that my limits were far beyond what I had imagined.
His tongue lashed with relentless fervor, each movement precise and intoxicating, sending shivers cascading through my body.
The frenzy he drove me into was a whirlwind of sensation, leaving no room for thought or breath.
Suddenly, the light within me ignited, a blinding burst of heat and fury, consuming me entirely.
I arched off the bed, my back curving like a bowstring drawn tight, my hands desperately seeking purchase on his broad shoulders, his neck, clinging to him as if he were my lifeline.
He carried me to heights of ecstasy I had never dared to dream of.
My fingers twisted frantically in the thick waves of his hair, each strand a lifeline in the storm of bliss.
Sensation after sensation surged through me, like waves crashing against the shore, leaving me writhing and lurching against him, lost in the rapture he conjured.
I laid shaking beneath him as he lifted his mouth from my body. I’d never felt anything like this, the intensity, the way he made me feel cherished and desired. My heart was racing not just from pleasure, but from the overwhelming realization of how much I loved him.
He slowly crawled up me, kissing and licking as he went, chasing the shivers that raced across my flesh. His hands pressed open my quivering thighs wider, this time to welcome the heat and heaviness of his own need.
I panted, caressing his face. “I love you.”
But he didn’t answer. Instead he slid his strong hands down to my waist, fingers grazing my skin like a whisper, then moved beneath my hips to lift me effortlessly.
The suddenness of his action breached my senses, the world around me blurring as he plunged his cock deep inside me with a force that stole the breath from my lungs, eliciting a cry of surprise that echoed in the air.
A ripple of tension surged through my body, electric and overwhelming, but he only held me tighter, burying himself deeper until there was nothing left between us but the warmth of our damp skin pressed together.
The air thickened with heat and an urgent pulse that throbbed in sync with our hearts, creating an unbreakable bond.
“I claim you to be mine forever.” His powerful words resonated within me, reverberating like a forgotten promise, awakening something ancient and primal that had lain dormant, now igniting the very essence of our connection.
My body shuddered and melted around him like warm wax enveloping a flame.
Waves of concentrated sensations surged through me, transforming the tension into a powerful inward force.
I gripped him with increasing fervor, adjusting to his size and thickness as if sculpting myself around him.
The pleasure began to rise and swell once more, gathering momentum like a storm, coiling tightly around him in a series of subtle, gripping embraces.
I could feel him trembling, his usual composure completely shattered.
My entire body burned with an instinctive impatience, a fervent heat that drove my hips to arch higher, to inch myself closer, my ragged breaths a silent plea for him to move and relieve the exquisite, torturous pleasure building within me.
“Harder,” I whispered.
He answered me with a powerful, dominating kiss that seemed to ignite every nerve within me.
His lips were firm and commanding, leaving no space between us as if drawing out the very essence of my breath.
Then, with deliberate, slow stretching strokes, he moved inside me, each motion a tantalizing exploration that sent shivers cascading through my body.
As the rhythm intensified, our hips met with a forceful, almost primal urgency, creating a furious dance that reverberated with the raw energy of our entwined desire.
Fierro
She was utterly exquisite, her body molding against mine with perfect harmony.
I moved inside her with measured, careful thrusts, surprised by the restraint I was managing to maintain.
As I slid into her soft, enveloping wetness, I pushed in as deeply as I could, savoring the sensation before gently withdrawing.
Each thrust was measured by her reactions—her slick body rising to meet me, the gentle, awe-filled sounds that resonated in her throat.
She transformed into liquid around me, molten and sleek, and my movements became more urgent, more powerful, as restraint gave way to raw need.
Her trembling, feverish movements responded to each rhythmic pulse.
The incandescent release of a shared climax was almost there.
It was flaring with white-hot brilliance, just a stroke away. ..perhaps two...
Her voice echoed through the room as she screamed my name, and an uncontrollable hunger surged through me, causing my fangs to extend with an aching anticipation.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I sank my fangs into her tender neck.
She cried out once more, her body responding with an arch of her hips.
With a fierce, primal thrust, I drove into her, the release crashing over me in waves of powerful, overwhelming euphoria.
Aurora was consuming me completely. She was everything—pleasure, need, perfection. She was my undoing.
As the fervor subsided, I collapsed against her, my head nestled in the crook of her neck, the warm taste of her blood lingering on my lips. A fierce protectiveness surged through me, mixed with overwhelming tenderness. She was mine to protect, to cherish.
“I’m sorry...did I hurt you?” I brushed strands of hair off her damp face.
Her breath came in quick, shallow pants. “No...I just didn’t expect it. That was wonderful.” She sighed then kissed my palm, sending another ripple of desire through me.
I raised an eyebrow, teasingly. “Wonderful? That’s all?”
She laughed softly, a musical sound that filled the room. “Okay. It was amazing.” Her expression shifted, eyes growing earnest. “I mean it. Do vampires often bite during lovemaking?”
“Most of the time,” I confessed, a sly smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “It makes the orgasm even more intense.” Something primal and possessive stirred in me, knowing I was among the first to show her pleasure.
She kissed me and twirled her hands in my hair. “Then promise me, Beast, you’ll always bite me when we make love. ”
“That’s a promise I can keep.” I playfully nibbled on her lower lip, feeling its softness against mine. She responded by sliding her shin tantalizingly up and down my leg, a movement so electrifying that it made me suck in my gut involuntarily.
She traced lazy circles on my chest, her touch both soothing and stirring.
“I never thought I could feel this safe with someone,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
“My whole life, I felt like I was just...surviving. But with you, I feel like I’m actually living.
” Her fingers stilled against my skin. “Is this what love is supposed to feel like? Like coming home?”
I was quiet for a moment, her question stirring something deep inside me.
“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “I’ve never felt anything like this before either.
But if love means wanting to protect you more than my own life, if it means you’re the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last before I sleep. ..then yes, this has to be love.”
Her eyes met mine, filled with wonder and uncertainty.
“Aurora,” she said softly, as if testing the name.
“It’s strange, you know? Twenty years of being Rosalie, and now I find out that was all a lie.
I don’t even know who I really am anymore.
What if my real family doesn’t like who I’ve become? What if I don’t fit into their world?”
A small smile played at her lips as she gathered her courage. “I want you to do something with me today.”
I couldn’t help but grin at her, my heart racing with possibilities. “Do it again?” I teased.
Her hands began their gentle exploration, gliding slowly up and down my back, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. “No,” she replied, a hint of seriousness seeping into her tone. “I want...I want to meet my family. Do you know them?”
A sigh escaped my lips, heavy with the weight of past encounters. I wasn’t exactly on the best of terms with them, a history fraught with misunderstandings and tension.
“Will you take me?” she asked, her gaze unwavering, full of hope and expectation.
Witches. The very thought of facing them again sent a shiver down my spine. It was the last thing I wanted to do, the last place I wanted to be. But for her, for the woman who had so completely captivated my heart, I would brave any storm, face any fear. For her, I would do anything.