It was the beast looking out at me from those green eyes. He wasn’t fully transformed, but his beast was there, just below the surface. Waiting. Watching. Just as hungry for me as the man.
He fucked me for several minutes then pulled out and smeared chocolate on my clit and over my swollen folds.
I was losing control before his mouth clamped down. Hard. He sucked me into his mouth without apology or hesitation, sliding three fingers inside as he made me scream his name.
Before the shockwaves were out of my system, his cock was back, spreading me open once more, my swollen body too tight. Too sensitive.
“Come, mate. Come again.”
I came again as he filled me, unable to hold back.
My cries pushed him and the beast came out to play. He grew over me, inside me, his cock stretching me so tight I nearly came again from the erotic sight of the giant standing over me, fucking me. Filling me. Claiming me. I yanked at the cuffs, desperate to touch him, to hold onto something when I felt like my entire being was floating away. He must have sensed the need, because he blanketed me with his chest, grounding me in reality, in his heat, his scent, his strength so that I felt safe even though I was breaking apart, splintering into a thousand pieces and losing myself in the storm that raged in my body.
He didn’t stop, but he no longer held back, his beast fucking me hard and fast, the sound of it filling the room along with our ragged breathing, my moans of pleasure, rocking his body against mine until we both shattered. I milked him of his seed, hungry for it, eager to take his life into my body and share that gift with him. A baby. I wanted his baby. To snuggle and kiss and protect.
He made me lose control. I couldn’t deny it. But he also made me dream, and that was the biggest gift he could have given me.