Owning the Beast(13)

“I’m going to be your wife, am I not?” I questioned, reaching for his erection only to have him jerk away.

He studied me for a second as if trying to read me. “You’re saying you’re okay if we don’t use protection? You’ll risk having a baby? Because I f*cking loved having you bare last night.” Sliding my dress up higher, he caressed my stomach.

“I want it all, Griffin. I want to fall in love, and to have your babies.”

“I want to be inside you without a condom. I want to fill you up with my cum and get you pregnant, because, yes, you’ll be my wife.”

His words sent pleasure racing all over my body, filling me up with warmth and a sense of peace. I could feel it seeping into my heart. I wasn’t alone anymore. I have a family now.

Griffin leaned down and yanked off my panties, tossing them haphazardly behind him. Crawling back up, he wrapped me up in his arms while lowering his mouth to mine. His fingers sank deep into my hair and he kissed me hard, dominating me. Feeling more than a little desperate, I fought back against his questing tongue and lips, causing the both of us to let out a moan. Breaking the kiss, he slid his hand down between my legs, spreading my wet lips. Griffin grabbed his cock and tapped it against my clit a couple of times before nudging it against my entrance, teasing me, bringing me to the edge even more. Glistening with need, I raised my hips in an attempt to try and get him to slide deep inside me.

I could see Griffin’s face tighten with restraint as he fought to control his desire. I could see it in his eyes that he was fighting not to hurt me like he had the night before.

“Take me,” I encouraged him. “I’m yours.”

Hesitating for only a split second, he took his cock and slid it between my * lips as few times before he nudged my entrance once more, slowly pushing inside. I could tell he was still holding himself back. I wanted all of him deep inside me. I wanted him to connect us and fill every part of me. Determined, I locked my legs around his waist and thrust my hips up, sliding him even deeper and impaling myself onto him. I wanted my hands all over his rock-solid body but he still had his shirt on. Moving my hands, I tried to rip off his clothes with a frustrated whine. Griffin captured both of my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head as he started to thrust faster and harder. Before I could protest against not having my hands on him, he took my mouth in the most tender and gentle kiss I had ever experienced. Gently sliding his tongue against mine, it felt like he was worshiping me.

Letting go of my wrists, he braced himself on one arm, using the other to coast down between my legs and to my clit, stroking me as he continued thrusting deep and hard. I felt myself become slicker and I couldn’t help the buck of my hips.

“God, you’re so tight, Bella, so f*cking perfect. It’s like you were made just for me.” He grunted, picking up speed.

“Yes, for you. I was made just for you.” The confession fell easily from between my lips. It felt right. He seemed to lose all his control at my admission and began slamming into me at full force.

“Say it again, Angel. Tell me you’re mine. Every part of you belongs to me. Tell me you want me to cum deep inside of you, to fill every inch of your tight * with my cum.”

“Yes, Griffin. Please. I’m yours, all yours.”

The “beast” was in control now and the fact that it was I who had made him lose control had my orgasm ripping through me like a freight train. Throwing my arms around him, I bit his shoulder, muffling my scream of pleasure.

“Fuck!” he roared, and I felt his cock grow slightly larger and pulse as his warm seed splashed against my walls, filling me up. “God, you get so f*cking tight when you cum around my cock.”

Dropping down to his elbows so that he didn’t crush me, he gave me a slow, lazy kiss.

“You’re going to be my wife.” It was clearly a statement.

I smiled and nod my agreement.

Claiming my mouth once more, he slid himself out of me and I moaned at the feeling, my * already clenching at the loss. Sitting up on his knees, he tucked his still semi-hard cock back in his pants. “I just had you and now I want you again. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you and your delectable body, Angel.”

A wave of shyness washed over me as he looked down at me, practically naked, and I tried to close my legs, which was impossible with him still on his knees between them. Grabbing my thighs, Griffin yanked my legs open fully and stared greedily at my freshly f*cked *.

“Don’t you ever hide that from me,” he commanded, taking his finger and running it between my lips. He brought his finger back up and I could see it glistening with our combined juices.

“I could stare at your * all day long, Bella. This is how a wife’s * should always look. Freshly f*cked and dripping with her husband’s cum.” Leaning forward, he brought his finger up to my lips. Knowing what he wanted, I took his finger into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his finger seductively, enjoying the explosion of our combined flavor on my tongue. I gave his finger a tiny nip as he pulled away.

“Angel, I’m starting to think that you’re a biter.”

I love it when he calls me that. “Why do you call me Angel?”

“Because you’re so goddamn perfect, there’s no way you’re not an angel.”

I heard footsteps coming from the other side of the bushes we were next to a minute too late.