Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Leo loved the sight of Beatrice on all fours, open and exposed and hungry to receive him inside her.
He ran his hands down her sides and up the back of her thighs to her core, where she was wet and warm and quivering. Her torso lay flat against the mattress so her hips could rise higher to meet him.
Beatrice was rocking her hips back towards him as if trying to get his cock inside of her, but he made her wait. He liked watching her wriggle, growing hotter and slicker as he toyed with her.
Their time together unfolded in his mind’s eye, and he allowed himself a moment to dream of everything they could do together. How easily she could be teased into a frenzy, how powerful her urges were now that she was allowed to give in to them.
“Ye’re an animal, Bea,” he purred, positioning himself behind her. He held still for another second. “A pure, hot-blooded animal.”
Beatrice pouted at him over her shoulder. “Nay, I am but a lass.”
“Ye think this is how most lasses act?” Leo notched the head of his cock against her entrance, pushing in only a little to watch her reaction. “Nay, lasses daenae sweat and breathe the way ye do when we’re makin’ love. Ye are an animal.”
Beatrice shoved her hips backward, forcing him the rest of the way in. She let out a raspy gasp as he filled her from behind, the shiver following it almost causing him to climax.
“Please, Leo,” she moaned. “Please, please, please.”
Leo stroked her bud as he started to thrust into her. He quickened his pace, no longer worried he was going to hurt her.
She can handle it. She’s a tough lass, and she wants to be loved like this. He pounded into her, all while his
fingers rubbed and stroked her bud. Her noises became more erratic, a broken series of groans and grunts. He felt her walls clench around him, and he growled. The minx was not passive and just accepting his thrusts. She had her own mission, her own speed and rhythm to explore.
As her body rocked against him, tightening around him like a fist, Leo exhaled through his nose. His release rose in the base of his spine, climbing to the top of his head.
“Leo, I’m going to—Ah!” Beatrice cried out.
She shoved back hard against him, his fingers still stroking her bud. A raw animalistic sound tore from her throat, and she collapsed in a trembling pile of limbs onto the bed.
Leo hunched over her, teetering on the edge of release. Beatrice's eyes were closed, but her mouth was slack as she moaned into the mattress.
“Ye have had yer fun, lass,” he laughed, running the palm of his hand over the swell of her backside. “But ye still have to let me have mine.”
She let out a whimper as he thrust back inside her. Her slick walls clenched around him, rippling with the aftershocks of her release.
There will be more of that, Bea. I can make ye fall to pieces any time ye want.
He thrust into her, steadily picking up his pace.
He loved seeing her body facedown on the mattress, slack and sticky with what he had done to her.
It was a type of power that he saw other men show very little regard for, which he never understood.
Being able to turn a woman into a mess, playing her body in a way she never knew was possible, was a thrill for him.
He wrapped his hand into her hair, relishing her ragged breathing and timid sighs.
“Do ye love me, Beatrice?” he asked, his climax rushing up his cock. “Do ye love what I can do to ye?”
“I love ye, Leo,” she whispered. “I love ye, I love ye, I love ye.”
Leo grunted, one final thrust pushing him over the edge.
He felt all the tension in his body flood outward, away from him, away from her, disappearing into the ether like vapor escaping from lungs. His entire body shook, a tremor starting from the deepest parts of him, and he spilled inside her.
It took a moment for the two of them to return to earth after their lovemaking.
Leo lay flat on his back, his eyes closed as Beatrice curled onto her side, staring at his profile in pleasant surprise. She hadn’t been sure what to expect, but it certainly was very different from what had happened.
Years ago, she had been taught that men cared very little for how women felt during the act and that it was too easy to fall pregnant, so it was better to avoid it altogether.
The men who had courted her had tried all the usual tricks to get into her drawers, but she had been terrified of being abandoned with a child that she had to take care of on her own.
“If they daenae want to marry ye, lassie,” her mother used to tell her, “then they daenae deserve to lie with ye.”
Beatrice didn’t doubt that wisdom, though she had heard stories that intrigued her about how it felt when a man took a woman in his arms, how bodies could be intertwined and move in beautiful unison.
I can find out when it’s time, she had thought when she heard the gossips in town describe the size of appendages that dangled between men’s legs. When it’s right for me, I’m sure I’ll discover it all then.
She hadn’t even seen many men naked, aside from a few she had caught jumping into the loch near Whitmore Manor without a stitch of clothing on, and she would never have let a man see her that way either.
Men, she had been told, were beasts who could not control themselves.
Even the mere sight of bare flesh would turn them into carnivores.
But she remembered hearing stories of these men as brutes and animals, and being horrified at the thought of it excited her.
She never dared admit this out loud to anyone, but she had often allowed herself the fantasy of a man tearing her clothes off her body and watching her with lust. Giving in to it all sounded fun; being willingly wanton and giving herself to another was a thought she held secretly in her mind.
If someone had asked her after her first meeting with Leo whether or not she thought he would be as skillful a lover as he was, she would have laughed.
The man had seemed like such a brute. She could never have imagined how well he worked his fingers between her legs, how well he flicked his tongue against her most sensitive parts.
She took in the sight of him now, sprawled out and marvelously spent, his cock hanging limply against his thigh and his muscular chest heaving with each breath.
He looks beautiful like that.
She wanted more than anything to touch the tips of her fingers to his chest and trace runes in his sweat.
Nae beautiful the way people say it to us lasses, but beautiful like a statue. Like the rollin' hills and the colors of the sunrise.
She wanted to surrender to him again. She wanted to submit to his strength and his power and let his hands turn her body into a bundle of thrumming nerves.
There was suddenly a whole new world to explore, a whole new kind of sensation and pleasure she didn’t know existed. It was unfair that she had lived as long as she had and had not known how the cleft between her legs could lead to so much pleasure.
Well, I ken it now.
She burrowed closer against him, listening to his gentle snores.
And I can do this now whenever I want.