Falling for the Beast (A Modern Fairy Tale Duet 2)

The folds of her sex glistened in the faint light. He speared his fingers through the moisture, relishing the slickness. So lovely. And his, all his. He dipped into the wet heat. His cock stirred again, ready to take its rightful place. No. Not this time. He quested farther north, to the place where softness bundled together, where gentle pleasure tightened into nerves. He stroked her clit, and she shuddered.

“Blake.”

She sounded lost and beautiful. What was he doing to her? Should he stop? Leave her alone? He couldn’t.

“Stay quiet,” he said. “Keep your hands on the chair. If you speak or move, I’ll stop.”

He leaned forward to breathe in the earthy, sweet scent of her. Fuck, he went crazy for this. The first taste had him rock hard. The second made him groan with fevered longing. Her sex was plump and swollen, slippery against his lips. He found the well of arousal with his tongue, drawing out more liquid and drinking it down.

The familiar musk of her transported him to another world, where time could never intrude. He had an eternity to lap her folds and suckle her clit. He lashed her with his tongue, pulling stuttered breaths and harsh inhalations, but she was so good. So obedient. She remained almost silent, almost still.

He glanced up and lost a heartbeat at what he saw. Her unfocused eyes had glazed with unshed tears. Her parted lips trembled. He had meant to draw this out, to make her wait and maybe return the favor by exploring the tight pucker beneath. But he couldn’t stand to see her in this kind of sexual agony.

Pressing two fingers inside, he found the roughened spot that made her buck. His lips closed around her clit, sucking her hard. Her whole body grew taut. Her hips bucked against his face. The sensual violence grew too hard, too much, until he skated his free hand, still damp from her juices, along the tender insides of her thighs, a feathery caress to push her over.

She cried out her release as wetness flowed over his lips and down his chin, coating the chair just like he’d imagined. He helped her back down with slight licks and soft kisses. When her body slumped against the back of the chair, he picked her up and held her until the trembling subsided.

Her breathing evened out, and for a minute he thought she’d fallen asleep. Her voice sounded drugged when she spoke, slurred and breathy. “Don’t make me leave.”

A sharp pain lanced his chest. “Not yet.”

He kissed the top of her head and let his lips linger there, reveling in the silky strands of her hair. His one, his only. His everything. And he needed to send her away.

Erin

Erin Rodriguez sat at the granite bar top and took a sip of the coffee that Blake had poured for her. He had also added the right amount of cream and sugar. He knew what she liked.

Blake sat down in the chair where she’d just been. He was naked, one ankle slung over the other. Strong hands that could be impossibly gentle hung loosely on either side of the chair. He leaned his head back against the chair, eyes closed.

His expression was so peaceful, she couldn’t help but stare. Her face flushed when she realized he must feel proof of her excitement beneath him. She might have been more embarrassed except she was distracted by his next words.

“You really do have to go, Erin.”

Her heart clenched. “Why are you doing this?”

He leaned forward, looking grim and one hundred percent serious. “Look, I did handle Melinda. That’s done. But someone like her can come back and ruin this, ruin you, because of what we’re doing. I can’t risk your future that way.”

“What if I want to take that risk?”

“I’m saying no.” His voice was soft, rich with grief but no regret. “I’ve taken advantage of you for too long already. I never should have touched you.

I knew that from the start.”

“You’re not taking advantage of me.” She felt shocked, hollowed out. And somewhat offended. As if she were a child incapable of making her own choices.

He grimaced, seeming to read her thoughts. “You have every right to be mad, but I hope you’ll try to understand. My obligation to you goes beyond that of a lover. I’m your professor. I have a responsibility to take care of you.”

She was silent, hating that she did understand. She loved his integrity, and that’s what she was seeing now. How could she fault him for what made him Blake?

“I hated facing this decision,” he said. “Either way, I would lose you.”

Her stomach bottomed out. “Why does it have to be forever? I’m graduating in a few weeks. The summer session will be over. We can be together freely.”

“I don’t want you to commit to anything.”

“God, Blake. You don’t want me to commit? As if I haven’t already committed in every possible way with my body? With my heart? I’m already committed.”

His resolve seemed to crack. “Erin…”