Page 47 of The Beast’s Broken Angel
“You've been good for me,” I murmured, voice softer now, “but I’m going to make sure you’re even better after this.”
He nodded, breath catching as I worked him open, slow and patient. His hips rolled, chasing the fullness I was teasing him with. When I slicked myself and pressed to his entrance, the first inch slid in with a slow, deliberate pressure. We both caught our breath.
He was tight, perfect, desperate for more.
“Move,” he groaned, voice hoarse. “Please, Adrian, I need you to move.”
I set a rhythm—part punishment, part worship. Each thrust deliberate, designed to drive him wild, to claim and worship and break him all at once. I wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking him in time, feeling his body clench and surrender beneath me.
“Look at you,” I whispered, lips pressed to his neck, one hand gripping his hip hard enough to leave bruises. “Taking me so well. So fucking perfect.”
He choked on a gasp, hips surging back, head falling against my shoulder. “Only ever for you,” he managed, voice breaking.
I pressed closer, hand sliding down his thigh to pull him even tighter against me. My teeth grazed his jaw. I drove forward, slow and deep, savoring how he stretched to take me.
He clung to me, moans echoing off the walls, hands clawing for something solid as I fucked him, slow and punishing. His cock leaked against the door, a streak of desperation and surrender.
I shifted, pulling almost all the way out, teasing his rim until he whimpered and pushed back, desperate to be filled again. I slammed back inside, burying myself to the hilt, his entire body shuddering with a sob.
“God, Adrian—” he gasped.
I caught his mouth in a rough, possessive kiss. “Not God,” I growled, nipping his bottom lip. “Just the one you begged for.”
I didn’t let him recover. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulled his head back so I could bite the spot that always made him tremble. My hips snapped forward in a punishing rhythm, each thrust pushing him further, driving him wild.
“You’re dripping,” I murmured, stroking him slow while I fucked him harder. “Desperate for it, aren’t you? ”
He nodded, too far gone for words, trembling in my arms.
“Not yet,” I warned, tightening my grip on his cock. “You come when I say. Your pleasure is mine now.”
“Please—Adrian, I—” He tried, voice breaking, but I slammed forward hard enough to silence him.
He was shaking, legs barely holding him up, but I didn’t let go. I wanted him undone. I wanted to be the only thing he remembered.
I spun him around, catching his gasp with another bruising kiss. Then I lifted him, his legs wrapping around my waist as I shoved him against the wall. I slid back inside, holding him open and suspended, his cock trapped between us, leaking against my shirt.
“Look at me,” I commanded, biting his lower lip before pulling back. “I want you to watch me.”
His eyes locked on mine, wide and glassy, and I fucked him like I was branding him from the inside out—fast and deep, no hesitation, just need.
His arms wrapped around my neck, his mouth falling open in a silent cry as I angled my hips, each thrust driving him higher.
“You’re close,” I breathed against his jaw, hand moving between us, stroking him in time with my thrusts. “But you wait for me.”
He whimpered, nodding, eyes wild.
I bit his throat, dragging my teeth down his collarbone, letting him feel every mark I left. Then I pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, grinding my hips to hit that spot inside him that made him cry out, voice shattering on my name.
He was trembling, mouth open, eyes unfocused. I squeezed the base of his cock again, holding him right on the edge .
“Beg for it,” I whispered, hand tangling in his hair, forcing him to look at me. “Tell me what you need.”
His eyes found mine, desperation raw and shining. “Please, Adrian,” he choked, barely able to speak. “I’m yours. Just let me come. Please.”
For a moment, I just held his gaze, letting the full force of his need slam into me.
The world shrank to the space between our bodies—the trembling in his thighs, the flushed heat of his skin, the way his cock twitched helplessly in my grip, leaking with each desperate pulse.
His chest heaved, sweat-slick, every muscle taut with the effort of holding back.
I leaned in, my forehead pressed to his, breath mingling, drinking in every shuddering gasp. “You really are, aren’t you?” I whispered, voice dark and wrecked. “All mine. Every breath, every sound, every desperate little plea. I love how you fall apart for me, Noah.”
His hips jerked against me, the muscles in his stomach flexing as I kept him right on the edge—one hand tight around his cock, the other gripping his thigh hard enough to bruise.
He whimpered, biting his lip, trying to keep from begging again, but I could feel the tremor running through him, could see the way his whole body screamed for release.
“You’re so close,” I murmured, lips ghosting along the shell of his ear, dragging my teeth across the sensitive skin. “I can feel it—your whole body’s begging for me, isn’t it? Needing me. Needing to come so fucking bad.”
He nodded frantically, throat working as he tried to swallow the next plea. His hands clutched at my shoulders, nails digging in, grounding himself as I held him suspended, as if I was the only thing keeping him from flying apart completely.
I pressed my lips to his jaw, his cheek, tasting the salt of sweat and desperation. My hand never stopped moving, slow and firm, matching the rhythm of my hips as I drove into him deeper, harder. “I love this—seeing you like this. Wrecked. Helpless. Completely undone because of me.”
He moaned, head falling back, eyes fluttering shut as his body arched into me, desperate for the permission I still hadn’t given. “Please, Adrian, I—fuck—I can’t, I need—please…”
That was it. My control snapped. I crushed my mouth to his, swallowing every broken sound he made as I fucked him deep and rough and desperate. My hand stroked him faster, in perfect time with every thrust, feeling him break apart in my arms, the pleasure too much to hold back any longer.
“Now,” I growled into his mouth. “Come for me, Noah.”
He shattered in my arms, sobbing my name, his whole body locking tight as he spilled hot and thick between us, his hole clenching and pulsing around my cock.
That perfect tightness dragged me under—I drove in one last time and came with a raw, broken groan, holding him so tight he could never doubt who he belonged to.
We shook together, tangled and breathless, lost in the raw aftermath. My forehead dropped to his shoulder, his arms clinging to me like I was the only safe thing in the world.
“You did so fucking well,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his neck, my cock still nestled inside him, both of us shaking.
Eventually, I lowered him onto the nearby sofa. His legs gave out, and I caught him, guiding him down until he sprawled across the cushions, flushed and debauched. I cleaned him with gentle hands, savoring the way he stayed pliant, completely undone but still fighting for control.
He looked up at me, eyes hazy but fierce. “That was insane,” he rasped.
I smiled, brushing damp hair from his forehead before kissing him again—slower this time, almost tender.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”