Page 79 of Bellamy

He accepted my true self.

Our hands explored, and we kissed and nipped at each other. I bit at his bottom lip and licked the seam of his mouth. He skimmed his hand down my spine. That vulnerability from earlier still lingered in the desperate way our lips melded together and the small sounds that rumbled in his chest. The tenderness in his eyes said the same. He slicked his fingers before easing one inside me, smiling as I spread my legs wider.

As he prepped me, my tail dipped between us and curled around the base of his cock. He emitted a sexy little grunt, taken off guard.

“I fucking love that,” he said as my tail moved up and down his shaft.

Love. A word I used to scoff at. I wanted nothing to do with the emotion. But as I moved the tip of Bellamy’s cock into place and took him inside me, watching desire darken in his colorful eyes, I wondered if it was already too late for me.

Bellamy gripped the backs of my thighs and rolled me to my back. He lowered his face to my throat as he pumped his hips forward. “Mine.”

That voice. It was him… but not him. The deeper tones made me shudder as the vibrations rumbled along my neck.

Only one response felt right. “Yours.”

The sex was rough, but he feathered soft, heart fluttering kisses along my jaw. A perfect balance of hard and sweet. I dipped my fingers into the wing slits in his back, my cock twitching when his answering groan reached my ears.

“Bite me,” I moaned, angling my head back.

His teeth grazed the side of my neck before making contact. He bit the area right above my collar and drank deep from the vein. Pain merged with pleasure. The piercing of his teeth, his cock driving hard inside me, and our hearts dancing to the same beat—it was all so intense.

Addicting.

Fucking perfect.

“Bell!” My orgasm slammed into me, stealing my breath. Broken groans escaped my lips.

Bellamy licked the area he’d bitten, and the sting lessened. He’d healed me since my collar prevented me from using magic and healing myself. Even in the midst of sex, pleasure at its peak, he was thinking about me. A lump formed in my throat.

“Shit,” he hissed, faltering in his rhythm. “I’m close.”

I moved my fingers in small circles in his wing slits. That’s what did him in. His hips bucked as he came with a raspy groan. As he filled me with cum, I came for a second time.

“Holy fucking shit.” I gasped as my entire body quaked.

His lips slanted over mine, and he rocked into me deep but slow as we kissed. Our mouths met again and again, even after the waves of pleasure calmed.

“I never want to leave this bed,” he murmured between light kisses.

Neither did I.

His softening cock slipped from me, but he didn’t move. His fingertips glided across my cheek, temple, and over my horns. He dipped his face to the bite he’d placed on my neck and kissed me there.

When our gazes met seconds later, the swirling hazel of his irises shifted, and one color came forward.

Blue.

The same shade I’d seen a flash of once before. I hadn’t imagined it.

“You…” Bellamy trembled, eyes widening. “You’re seeing… how is this possible?”

When the realization hit that I was seeing his true eye color and not a color Lust wanted me to see, I lifted a hand to his cheek, my throat and chest tight. Bellamy’s eyes were dark blue with traces of silver thread, like stars scattered across the night sky.

Fuck, he was beautiful.

“This is your real color?” I asked just to be sure.

He nodded. “People always look at me and see someone else. No one ever seesme.”