“You’re so beautiful, my Darcy.” He reached up to cup her cheek, rubbing his thumb along her bottom lip. “The curse wasn’t real.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“What I feel for you…”
Darcy smiled, kissed his thumb. “My beastie, this is just the beginning.”
My beastie. Raven liked that. His heart felt full to the point of breaking open, spilling out all these words that he’d never said before. Tender words only Darcy deserved to hear. “I feel…”
She placed two fingers against his lips, shushing him. “Just the beginning.”
She helped him out of his clothes, pushed his shoulders back down when he started to move up, and kissed him fiercely before gripping his cock in both hands and easing herself on to him.
He groaned as her tight, wet pussy sheathed him completely. Moaned long and hard when she stared to move, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him. He reached up to cup her breasts, flicking her nipples, teasing them until they were impossibly hard.
She leaned forward and kissed him again, her tongue tracing along his bottom lip before he opened up and let her in. Her kiss was as intoxicating as her pussy, making him dizzy with desire, his climax mounting with each stroke in his mouth and along his cock.
All thoughts, all words were gone, dissolved into his body as he poured his feelings into her. Love. What he felt for Darcy was love. She pulled away and offered her throat, the delicate skin still unmarked and he knew she felt the same for him.
He growled, his cock exploded. Her pussy clenched as he gripped the back of her head, brought her to his fangs and dug them in, making her his completely.
Mine.