Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,48

anything,” I said, my voice thick with worry. “Belle, I can’t fucking see anything out of it.”

“It’s okay, just give it a minute.”

She held a small light into my right eye and I blinked against it, feeling water leaking down my cheek. She wiped it away gently with a tissue before moving the light to the left. She held it there for a second before lowering it. At first there was nothing but blackness, but slowly light started to filter in and a fuzzy version of the world began to show itself.

“I think I see something,” I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat.

I blinked and felt tears streaming down both cheeks. Fuck, was I crying? God that was embarrassing. Belle wiped them away with a tissue, her face close to mine. She slowly came into focus, still blurry as shit, but it was livable.

“It’s just eye gunk. I just put some drops to help clear it,” she said as if she’d read my mind.

I grunted an okay. “I’m starting to see you,” I said, and her face split into a smile that was brighter than the light she kept on shining in my eyes. The fuzziness cleared some more and now I really wasn’t sure whether it was tears or eye gunk leaking down my face.

She sat on the edge of the bed and used some sterile solution or something to wipe both eyes clean, the whole time wearing a beautiful smile. Her gaze roamed over my face and she got some more cream to rub over my skin where it had gone dry under the bandages. Gently, she massaged it in, her forehead creased in concentration until she was satisfied, and then she sat back happily.

“How is it now?” she asked.

I blinked against the pain in my left eye. “A little sore.”

The world focused in and out, a headache blooming at the backs of both eyes. Was it going to go now? Was that all I got? Just a glimpse at my old life before it left me?

“A little pain is to be expected; your eye hasn’t been used in a really long time. You can expect a lot of headaches for a while.”

There she went again, reading my damn mind.

Sensing my internal panic, she cupped my face in her hands. “You’ve got this. It’s going to be okay, Beast.”

I couldn’t respond.

The words wouldn’t come.

It was just too fucking much.

The men that had put me in here had taken everything from me. My life, my body, my best friend, even my dick! But to know that they hadn’t taken this one thing from me meant the fucking world. My heart thundered in my chest at the realization that I wasn’t as broken as I’d previously thought.

I stared at her, water streaming from my painful eyes, and I reached up and grabbed her, pressing my lips against hers and kissing her hard. It shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. I hadn’t expected to kiss her. It hadn’t been something that I’d planned, but as soon as our lips touched and the volts of electricity shot through us, I knew I didn’t regret it and I wanted more. She tensed against me, but when one of my hands went around the back of her head, threading through her hair, she softened in my arms, her mouth opening to me as she kissed me back. I felt hungry for her, ravenous for her touch. This wasn’t a pity kiss; she wanted this—wanted me.

My dick twitched and I groaned, because fuck me, she was bringing all of me back to life and I didn’t know what to do about it. I’d thought I was dead from the waist down, but every time she was near it sprang to life.

“Beast,” she moaned, one hand on my chest in an attempt to push me away, but instead I pulled her closer, closing the gap until we were chest to chest, our bodies heaving in unison. Because fuck that noise. I wasn’t letting her go now.

I kissed Belle like I’d never kissed any other woman before. I kissed her like she was my lifeline. Like she was my savior. Like she could un-taint my dirty soul and purify me like she was a saint and I was a sinner. My dick twitched again, and it urged me on, pushing me to take more from her.

She was a saint and I was a sinner, and that was what made this all the more perfect.

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