Kandace and the Beast - Page 3

“I need you.” His tone is quiet and deep. It sends a shiver up and down my spine even before he reaches out and grasps me tightly around the waist. As our bodies press together, I feel his huge, hard cock pressed firmly against my pubic bone. “Now.”

I’m on my back in the sand. I don’t know what happened to my clothes or to his; I only know they’re gone. His skin is against mine, and his hard, throbbing, nine-inch-long cock is pressed up against my pussy. There’s no time to think or even breathe before he’s shoving it inside of me.

I cry out as he fills me. He’s so hard, his movements so fast, that it seems like it should be painful, but it’s not. It’s incredible. It’s overwhelming. I am completely and totally owned by this man, and all I can do is lie back in the sand and let him take me.

“Mine.” His low growl sounds rough against my ear. I feel the scrape of his stubble on my neck, and I close my eyes to let the sensation engulf me. His hand is between my legs, his thumb circling my clit as I push my hips up to meet the pounding movement of his body on top of mine.

I want to scream. I want to call out with complete and total confidence that yes—yes, I am his. There is nothing I want more than to be consumed by his passion, but I can’t seem to utter a single sound.

“Only I do this to you.” I feel his hot breath on my face as he holds my face between his hands and glares down at me. “Only me! Do you understand?”

I try to answer, but he covers my mouth with his. I give my answer with my body as I push up against him, desperate to feel more of his skin against mine even as he pounds into me. He breaks the kiss and grabs my hip, clenching it tightly with his fingers. He pulls my body into his as he arches his back, impaling me over and over again.

There is nothing romantic about what he’s doing to me. It’s hard, ferocious fucking. It’s rough and laced with an atmosphere of panic, as if there will never be another chance for this, and it’s exactly what I want from him.

He matches his thrusts with grunted words.

“You’re mine…mine…mine…no one else...ever…ever touches you…”

My head spins at his words, and I nod in agreement though the movement is masked by the motion of his thrusts. I run my hand up the back of his neck and into his hair, my fingers wrapping around the strands as his cock rams into me. I feel the distinctive buildup of tension between my legs, and I push my heels into the sand to press up against his body, trying to grasp that last little nudge that will bring me over the edge.

And I’m suddenly falling. I hear myself cry out his name as my body explodes. The feeling cascades over my skin, radiating from my core outward. My clit continues to throb along with my heartbeats as my legs give out and my hips drop to the wet sand.

I’m overwhelmed with sensations. The scents of the ocean and Bastian’s skin are mixed with blood and salt. Waves touch my feet in a steady rhythm that is out of sync with Bastian’s movements inside of me. The sounds of his grunts coupled with my staccato gasps are muted by the calls of seagulls and the ocean surf. I close my eyes against the bright sunlight, and my temples pound.

Bastian grabs the back of my head, covers my lips with his, and his tongue invades my mouth with furious motions. He rocks into my body faster as I wrap both my arms and legs around him.

I can’t keep up with his furious pace. All I can do is hang on as another orgasm ripples through my body. My legs shake as my back and shoulders are pressed deeper into the wet sand.

Bastian slows his pace as he moves his hand from the back of my head to my shoulder, holding the top half of my body up slightly before he starts to move faster again. I grasp frantically at his body with my arms and legs, pulling him down to me so our chests are pressed together. I can feel the abrasive grains of sand chafing my skin, but I don’t care.

With a final, hard thrust, he stills inside of me and cries out against my shoulder. I feel the thick, warm semen filling my body as he tightens his arm around my shoulders and clenches my hip with his fingertips.

I lay my head back in the sand and welcome his weight on top of me. I’ve never felt so sated, so exhausted, or so completely and totally safe as I do right now, in the sand, with his arms cradling me. I know that as long as he’s here and holding me, nothing bad will ever happen.

We lie in the sand for a long time, but the sun is never too hot, the wet sand never too uncomfortable. When he does shift his weight, and I feel his cock slip from inside of me, my skin cools.

Bastian rises up, looking down at me with his expression full of concern and uncertainty.

“I’m sorry, Kandace…I’m so fucking sorry…” He wipes at tears on my face. I have no idea why I’m crying. “I didn’t mean to…”

The sense of unreality washes over me again. The words are too familiar. The sand beneath me should be itchy and uncomfortable, but it’s not. It’s warm and soothing. It gives in the same way that foam mattresses mold to people’s bodies when they lay on them. The sun is bright but doesn’t hurt my eyes when I look up at it.

The thoughts disappear from my head even as I think them.

Bastian places his hands on the sand next to my head and pushes himself up. I grasp his shoulders quickly to bring him back down to me. Abruptly, the idea of losing contact with his skin, even for a brief moment, is abhorrent to me.

“Don’t let go!” I cry out as I tighten my hold on him.

“I won’t,” he replies in a whisper. He wraps his arms around me and sits back on his heels, bringing me with him. I straddle his lap and place my forehead to his shoulder.

“Tell me you’ve got me,” I say softly.

“I’ve got you, Kandace.” He brushes his fingertips over my cheek. “I’ve got you. I swear.”

Chapter 2

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