Loved by the Beast

rocky start, we'd developed a comfortable routine. Dalton would spend his days hunting and gathering food, while I'd spend mine resting and recov

nded by familiar comforts. But my injuries weren't healing as quickly as I'd hoped, and Dalton had been kind enough to let me stay with him

ood listener, and he had a wicked sense of humor that always made me laugh. We'd had our disagreements, of course, but we'd a

, his movements fluid and confident, and I felt a flutter in my chest. He reached out a hand and gently touched my face, his f

shining brightly in the dim light of the cabin. I felt myself getting lost in their depths, my t

at even mean? I felt a surge of curiosity, but it was quickly overwhelmed by my fascination with Dalton'

guely aware of his words, but they seemed to be coming from a distant place, muffled and indistinct. All I could fo

slammed my lips to his, the sudden movement catching him off guard. But he quickly recovered, his mouth opening t

acing the curves of my waist and hips. I felt a thrill of excitement, my body responding to his touch. My

dy, our lips and skin merging into one. His hands slid under my shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of my spine.

ur passion. I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All I could do was feel,

o love. But Dalton was different. He was intriguing, and I was drawn to him in a way that I couldn't

the curve of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. He massaged my shoulders, his thumbs digging deep in

right places, his fingers stroking my skin with a gentle yet firm pressure. He made sure to massage every sensitive part of me, h

sation. I arched my back, pressing myself into his touch. His hands slid down my body, cupping my breasts and sending waves of pleas

ted, things that made my body sing with delight. All my sensitive parts were standing at attention, firm and aching with need. I f

ad a whole arsenal of tricks and techniques up his sleeve. And oh god, his lips... they were like magic. He could make me feel things

gaining the upper hand, didn't want him to stop. I was enjoying it, enjoying the way he made me feel. I was enjoying the sensations, the pleasure,

re like magic, knowing exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply. He cupped my breasts in his palms, hi

. But the thought was fleeting, chased away by the sensation of Dalton's lips on my s

breathless. His mouth was everywhere, tracing the curves of my neck, the swell of my breasts, the gentle dip

es tensing and relaxing in a rhythmic pattern that seemed to match the beat of my heart. Dalton's touch wa

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