Loved by a Beast - Miranda Bridges Page 0,58
has him withdrawing from me anytime there’s a threat to my life. But this can’t go on. We’ve both suffered enough, and right now we should be together instead of apart, not only physically but emotionally.
He may not know what he needs from me, but I do.
I tilt my head, watching his chest heave with his ragged breathing and his fists clenching over and over. “You’re right,” I say softly. He freezes and then spins to face me, his gaze narrowed in suspicion. “I want you to tell me what’s in your heart, but I didn’t realize that you needed time to do that. However, I understand you a little better now,” I say.
Keeping my focus on his reaction, I toss my hair over my shoulder. As expected, he follows the motion with his gaze. So I lean back in the chair while slowly arching my back and spreading my legs. My nightgown, which is more a large shirt, creeps up my thighs to bunch around my hips.
“What are you doing?” he asks me, his voice gruff.
I shrug, giving him an innocent look. “Trying to get comfortable, considering I’m tied up in a chair and you have no intention of letting me go.”
“You will try to run.”
“I promise I won’t, not this time.”
He dips his gaze between my legs and then returns it to my face. “You stabbed me last time.”
“I was angry, much like you are now.”
“I’m not angry, I’m…” Jaxar scrubs his mouth with the back of his hand and exhales. “I’m vulnerable.”
His confession pierces my heart, making it bleed for him.
My courageous warrior, Masse, and husband sees me as his weakness, and it’s crippling him emotionally. It could be causing some resentment toward me as well, since I am the reason he feels this way. The truth of the situation is that he loves me, beyond reason or logic. And for someone like him, that is unsettling. Now more than ever he needs me.
And I need to be loved by a beast.
“Jaxar, untie me.”
His gaze zips to mine, then drops to my mouth. I wet my lips with my tongue, ever so lightly, and repeat the request. He shakes his head once in a very rigid motion, belying his indecision.
“You can’t leave me here all night,” I say.
His eyes go wide when I thrust my breasts forward and spread my legs even more, baring my sex. Then I lose sight of him as I let my head fall back, the tips of my hair brushing my arms. There’s a shift in the air, followed by heat warming my inner thighs. I know Jaxar is in front of me, unable to resist what I’m offering. He said he wanted to fuck me to reassure himself that I was alive.
And he still does.
I slowly raise my head to lock gazes with him. “Come closer,” I say.
“Once I touch you, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Then don’t.”
He releases a tortured groan, his eyes so bright that the gold has changed to a yellow. “I did not think you would want me to be rough with you after what you endured. I assumed you would want to wait.”
His thoughtfulness makes me desire him all the more. Yes, I was traumatized today, but that’s exactly why I need him. Jaxar’s caresses will erase the horrible memories from before, rebranding me with his touch. I have to make him understand.
And if I can’t do that, then I’ll seduce him. I’m off to a good start so far.
In all the times we’ve had sex, I’ve never been the one to talk dirty. And even though Jaxar is clearly struggling, he has yet to give in to his desire. I need something to push him over the edge, even if it feels awkward.
“I don’t want to wait,” I say, raising a brow. “What I want is your hands on me, touching every part of me that pleases you.” I lean forward as far as I can and drop my voice to a whisper. “And I want you to take what’s yours, to put your cock inside me and fuck me like your life depends on it.”
My shriek of surprise turns into a low moan when Jaxar dives between my legs and attacks my clit with his mouth. As if I’ve been struck by lightning, every part of me tingles as pleasure zips along my nerve endings. The need for release builds quickly, and before I’ve had a chance to breathe, I’m diving into a pool