The Sweetest Temptation
Chapter 55: Beg for it

Chapter 55: Beg for it

Beatrix shivered as he removed her shirt, leaving her bare and exposed to his heated gaze.

Beatrix blushed and covered her breast with her hands averting her gaze from him.

He then removed her shorts and rolled it down her thighs and legs until it brushed past her toes on its way to the floor.

She was wearing a bright red thong with a thin lace edging--the sexiest underwear she could find in her wardrobe. Damien eyed it with a smile on his face and traced the outline with his fingers,

Beatrix was certain she was blushing deep enough to match its color.

He hooked his thumbs on each side and pulled them off of her in a slow, torturous motion.

"Don’t be shy darling, let me see you." He muttered softly grasping her chin to turn her face to look at him.

Beatrix swallowed and slowly removed her hands from her breast. She has always been insecure about her breasts.

It was too small compared to her mates being a B cup.

"My beautiful Beatrix," he murmured, staring at her breast in a daze.

"It’s small sor-"

"Nonsense. It’s perfect. It will fit my palms perfectly." And as if to prove his point he cupped her breasts massaging them gently.

"See? It’s like it was made just for me." Beatrix flushed at his words.

His fingers brushed her nipples, his thumb circling around the puckered tips.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He rasped and leaned forward darting his tongue around her nipples.

Wow. This...it felt so weird yet so good?

Beatrix moaned and twisted from under him.

His mouth moved to the other breast, His teeth scraping her nipple before his tongue swirled around it.

Her head tilted back as she moaned again, his mouth sucking a little harder as she cried out loud.

She was a panting mess by the time he decided to relinquish his hold on her breasts.

His hands trailed down her waist before settling at her hips.

His thumbs slowly rubbed along her pelvis line, the proximity of it torturing further that weird, foreign heated ache between her legs.

"This is what you wanted." He growled inside her ear while strongly wrapping his fingers around her thighs.

The ache in between her legs was getting worse.

"Y-yes." She whimpered with so much desperation.

His other hand took her by surprise, he grabbed her jaw and forced her to look up at him. His eyes stared into hers with a daunting look, a dangerous grin appeared on his lips,

"Beg for it then, darling." His whisper came out husky, his fingers tightened around her jaw causing the slightest amount of pain.

"Please..." Beatrix managed out

He pressed a line of warm, wet kisses between her breasts all the way to her navel, his hands sliding down under her and cupping her buttocks.

His warm breath hovered above the skin between her legs and she squeezed her eyes closed in preparation for the ambush of sensations to come.

Damien chuckled, "You have to do better than that sweetheart. "Do you want me to eat your pussy, darling?" He mumbled

Beatrix couldn’t speak, her body was on high alert right now. His fingers slowly grazed her skin, she swears her heart stopped beating for a second.

"I need to hear your consent." He explained.

Beatrix’s eyes widened with surprise. For some reason she found him a lot more sexy.

She nodded giving him approval because that was all she could do now.

He shook his head. "Words, I need to hear you."

He pressed a kiss in between her thighs. Beatrix bit her lips while looking down at him.

She flushed and mustered her courage, "Please..".

She whimpered softly, "I need you."

That was all he needed, Damien lowered his head between her legs and Beatrix’s eyes almost popped out of her socket at the first contact of his tongue.

When he had said he was going to eat her she didn’t think he meant it literally like this.

She was mortified to have his mouth at her most secret place and of the fact that she liked it.

His tongue traced a slow, sensual pattern inside of her, the dizzying sensation was nothing like she expected.

She always found oral sex disgusting when she read about them but now she completely understood why people loved it so much.

She cried out as his tongue darted inside, circling against the outer walls before thrusting in and out in a quickening cadence.

Holy fuck. Did she just cuss?

Damien’s fingers entered her, massaging her clit while his tongue teased her over-sensitized flesh.

"You’re perfect, darling. Just perfect," he murmured against her skin just before he slid the finger inside her.

"Oh, Damien!"

Beatrix almost fell off the couch but he pinned her down with a hand on her hips as he continued to ravish her, his tongue and finger moving in perfect harmony.

Beatrix gripped his hair and writhed desperately under his mouth as he added a second finger inside her causing a slight discomfort.

But the discomfort disappeared, quickly replaced by pleasure when he found the spot, she could feel him smirk.

A sob escaped her mouth and she slapped the back of her wrist against it, biting into the skin to keep herself from screaming.

"You like that, darling?" He asked with a hint of playfulness in his voice.

"Y-yes." Beatrix stuttered, clearly she was folding under him and he was enjoying every second of it

She shivered at the rush of pleasure that coursed from her toes to her scalp, arching her hips upward to meet his relentless assault.

Beatrix’s body jerked, her muscles contracted as a heart-stopping orgasm rocked through her. She let out a piercing scream not minding that they weren’t the only people in the house.

Heart pounding against her chest and ears, she took several gulps of air until her senses settled back in.

Beatrix opened her eyes and saw Damien hovering above her, his smiling expression tender.

"That was beautiful to watch," he said thickly, his head lowering to capture her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.