Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 113332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 453(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
All would be well.
Their mouths met in a breath-stealing kiss, and he squeezed Laurent’s buttock. Laurent moaned into Beast’s lips, already rocking his hips against the touch. Laurent’s dick twitched when it pressed against Beast’s stomach, but he was just as eager to reach Beast’s skin, and pushed up his long-sleeve. “I want to see you too,” he whispered, eyes going down between their bodies. “I can never get enough of you, and I’m not ashamed of it, even if it means I’m as sinful as all your friends.”
The air became hotter somehow, and Beast stretched over Laurent, pulling up his top to present the muscular torso, that not so long ago was the only thing that had kept him from hating his body. Laurent had changed everything. He saw the man behind the ugly scars and forever changed Beast’s life, but it never felt like he had to love Beast despite them either. Instead, he completely accepted the twisted skin as a part of him. With Laurent, Beast felt desired. He felt fulfilled as a man every time Laurent looked at him with admiration that he never expressed for anyone else.
“Here. Take a look.”
Laurent bit his lips with a smile, and the lustful devotion on his innocent face was like a physical pull on Beast’s dick. He was dying to be inside this man who brought so much joy into his life. It was also because of him that Beast was bound to the clubhouse by a demonic pact, but when he looked at Laurent and felt the fingers lovingly caressing his chest, he knew he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.
“I’ve never even seen a man your size in my time,” Laurent whispered, kneading Beast’s pecs.
Beast snorted and rubbed his hands up and down Laurent’s front. His husband had started using the gym with Nao, and Beast didn’t miss the subtle change to the definition of his muscles. He liked Laurent either way, but rather enjoyed knowing that someone so beautiful made an effort for him too. “You must be joking. Never? No hot, gruff sailors or strongmen?”
Laurent took a choked breath, circling Beast’s ink with silky fingers. “I’ve once seen a poster advertising a strongman’s performance, but I couldn’t afford to go. Besides, I doubt he could be a match for you, in any aspect.” He grinned up at Beast and arched for a kiss.
Beast smirked and slowly unbuckled his belt between Laurent’s thighs. The metallic clang made by the buckle was like a signal for his arousal. Once the automatic response had been triggered, his dick hardened even further, itching for the heat of Laurent’s body. “Which aspects do you mean?” Beast whispered, opening his pants and shoving them lower at a languid pace.
Laurent hid his face with one hand, but then peeked through his fingers at Beast’s crotch. As if he hadn’t seen it a hundred times. “You know which aspects.”
“I have no idea, Laurent,” Beast teased, pulling his husband’s hand to his tented boxer briefs. The anticipation of touch was making his balls heavy, but he wouldn’t look away, completely focused on the beauty of the man sprawled for him on the hood of a car. Laurent’s long hair was scattered around his rosy face, and the flush trailed lower, past Laurent’s only tattoo, the one he shared with Beast.
The path to Paradise begins in Hell written across his collarbones.
Just below it was Magpie’s sigil, yet more proof of Laurent’s dedication to their love.
“Your cock,” Laurent whispered as if he were too shy to say it out loud, but his fingers uncovered his true nature, because he was already pulling at Beast’s waistband to reveal his prize. His eyes were glued to Beast’s in an expression of mad hunger. “It’s… well, there had to be a reason for me to marry you is such haste, right?”
Beast laughed, shutting his eyes as pleasure welled up in his chest before trickling all the way to his toes when Laurent stroked his cock, yet again showing his mastery of Beast’s body language. “You didn’t put a ring on it though. You placed it on my finger,” he said, briefly showing Laurent his hand. He missed the delicate band, which had already felt like a permanent fixture on his finger, but he didn’t need it to know he and Laurent belonged together.
Laurent kissed Beast’s lips as he continued the teasing touch. “Maybe there were other reasons to marry you after all.” His other hand explored Beast’s chest, running up and down, to Beast’s side, and then to his back, like the prettiest and most welcome of snakes.
“My charming personality?” Beast bucked his hips, pushing his dick through Laurent’s tight grip as he dove into the pliant mouth with his tongue. Warm shivers danced down his spine, adding to the urgency already boiling his body.