Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 147673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 591(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Beast stepped closer, trapping Laurent between the wall and his chest. He sighed, and with his face turned away from the windows, Laurent couldn’t see his features well, even with the glasses on.
“If you’re here with me... I’m assuming you don’t think I’m completely revolting. I’m sure we can work out a middle ground.”
Laurent’s heart started thudding desperately hard, and it wouldn’t stop. He made an attempt to control his breathing more, but each inhale smelled of Beast, and the rich yet fresh scent was making Laurent dizzy with lust.
“Revolting?” he asked, somewhat confused. Beast was definitely not traditionally handsome with the inked lines and patterns all over his body, with the scars marring even his face, but all Laurent wanted to do was to gently trace them with his fingers and get to know each one. There was nothing disgusting about the imperfections. “Your whole presence makes my heart jump. You tower over me in every way, to the point where I fear we can never be equal, and that anything I do with you will end in disastrous conflict.”
Beast exhaled, and then slowly, very slowly got to his knees in front of Laurent. His large palms moved down Laurent’s bare chest, cupping his pectoral muscles, only to caress his stomach and rest on his hips.
Laurent couldn’t breathe.
Beast looked up, his eyes pale in the faint light from outside when he raised his head to look up at Laurent. “Is this less scary?” he whispered.
Laurent could hardly swallow, trembling from head to toe, like a kitten in the rain. One thing was for sure, Beast was no longer towering over him. Too bad now Laurent had no idea what was expected of him. “That… That’s a-agreeable.” What a stupid thing to say! Why couldn’t he say something witty, or filled with lust? Why was he at a loss of words when many times he imagined the things he could say to a man when in an intimate situation?
Beast exhaled, and there was a faint shudder to his voice when he leaned forward and rubbed his face against Laurent’s bare stomach. But it was when Beast’s mouth opened against Laurent’s navel and teased him with warm air that Laurent moaned, melting against the wall.
“Oh, dear God in heaven,” Laurent whispered, looking down at the muscular man kneeling before him as if Laurent was worthy of worship. Beast wasn’t charming like Knight, or alluring like Fane, but he was beautiful in his own right. His appeal lay in the tightly packed muscle, in the lines of his body, and in the way he exuded confidence when he touched Laurent. Everything about Beast was filling Laurent’s prick at an impressive speed, making his head spin with the sensation of heat spiraling down his body.
Beast’s laughter teased the sensitive skin around Laurent’s navel, but then came the tongue, warm, wet, and wonderful as it painted burning lines all over. For a moment, Laurent was completely certain the touch would leave behind traces, a mark that would forever remind Laurent of this moment, of Beast’s tattooed shoulders looking silvery in the moonlight.
“Is there… something I should do?” Laurent asked, moving his trembling fingers over the lines on Beast’s arm. The muscle there was like steel. Never had Laurent met a man resembling an ancient warrior in stature as much as Beast did. But when he squeezed his fingers harder, the wide shoulders tensed under his touch, beckoning Laurent to be gentler, to understand the unusual nature of Beast’s skin.
Beast gasped and slid his tongue into Laurent’s belly button before pressing a wet kiss to the skin. “What do you want to do?” he asked in a raspy, uneven voice as he lowered himself farther, moving his lips and nose to the front of Laurent’s tight pants where Laurent’s prick was already straining against the fabric.
“Everything, I want to do everything,” Laurent mumbled fervently, unable to resist watching the square-jawed face at his crotch. Beast suddenly seemed more handsome than Knight and Fane combined. Could anyone ever be compared to the beauty of a man so eager to give one pleasure?
Beast licked his lips and grinned at him, slowly moving his large hands up and down Laurent’s thighs. “You remember what sucking someone off means?”
Oh, he did. No matter how much the explanation had embarrassed him at the time, it had implanted itself in his mind like a rock could in a shoe, always there yet impossible to find when one wanted to get rid of it. He nodded vigorously, and had to push back the hair that fell on his face. “I’m sorry that of all nights, it’s this one that I am dressed in a way that displeases you so much.”
Beast looked up when his fingers moved over the front of Laurent’s pants and squeezed him gently. Any blood that was still left behind in Laurent’s head momentarily trickled down, filling his cock so rapidly he feared he’d soil the new clothes with his seed.