The Beast Falls in Love

Beauty

I took small steps into the ball room, my summer dress tight against my legs, resting just above my knees. The room was magnificent. Grand and large, decorated with such intricate finishes, it was easy to get lost merely looking around. I walked to the middle of the room, stood under the crystal chandelier and spun around, smiling, feeling care free and light. When I stopped, feeling slightly dizzy, I noticed him standing on the grand staircase, watching me, a slight grin gracing his face. The sight of him did nothing to ease my feeling of dizziness. He was more handsome than I could ever describe. He possessed this towering, dominant stance as he looked down at me. His eyes were deep and dark. My eyes moved from his face down his arms, watching his grip on the banister. I longed to feel that grip on my body, to feel his warmth pressed against me.

I was memorized by him as he strode towards me. Holding out his hand to me, he offered to dance. I was so wrapped up in the beauty of the room, in his magnificence, I hadn't even noticed the music playing in the background. He quickly grabbed my hand in his, letting his other hand make its way to my waist. The way his hand just nestled into my curves, it felt like it belonged there, as if it has be molded to fit onto me all along. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, committing this sensation to memory. As I opened my eyes again, we began dancing, slowly at first, but picking up pace. He was light on his feet, which was unexpected. He led me around the grand ball room without me even knowing what was happening. The entire time I kept my body close to his, wanting to feel him against me, wanting to be close to him. My eyes stayed locked on his. The darkness I had grown to love was there, but there was something else, something illuminating his eyes that I had never seen before. So intrigued, I could not break from his stare. I felt as though we were having a deep conversation without ever exchanging a single word. As we continued to move across the ball room, his grip on me tightened, I could feel each of his fingertips digging into my side, yet it felt delicate, tender even. Even with its tenderness, the action alone ignited a fire deep in my core. I longed for him in a way I would likely never be able to share with him.

With my eyes still lost in his, I let out a deep breath, my mouth begging for his. And then, like something out of a movie, I felt his lips graze mine. His hand released mine, and grabbed my other side so that both of his hands were now digging deep into my skin, heating my core. His tongue entered my mouth, causing such desire in me that I felt weak in my knees. His kiss was soft and almost loving, yet I still felt the hunger beneath, yet different than before.

Beast

My hands were wrapped tightly around her waist, and yet I could not pull her close enough. I has never wanted anyone close to me, and yet I couldn't get her close enough. I thrust my tongue deep in her mouth, needing to be inside of her in a way I may never understand. I felt this need to protect from everything bad, from anything that could hurt her. I felt like I should be protecting her from myself, and yet there I was wanting nothing more than to make her mine. She was beautiful in every sense of the word, a light in a world of darkness, my world of darkness. I couldn't let my dark nature corrupt her. And yet, in this moment, I couldn't let her go. I could feel my own desires growing quickly between my legs as my tongue danced in her mouth. She tasted sweeter than any food I had ever had. Her arms rested on my shoulders, her hands lazily drawing circles in my hair. The feeling of her in my arms, the sensation of my mouth on hers, was all far too incredible to be really. Surely I was dreaming.

Despite losing form and rhythm, we continued to dance about the room. As we did, I found myself pushing her against a wall, my body pressed hard against hers. I felt her let a out a gentle moan into my mouth, so delicate, yet so arousing. And I as pressed my leg against hers, I know that she felt my hardening length. I wanted nothing more than to throw her against the wall and bury myself deep inside of her. But not the way we had before, it was different. I wanted to look into her eyes as I entered her, I wanted to see the look on her face as I brought her to orgasm. I wanted to watch her lips as my name escaped them in ecstasy. I wanted to bring her pleasure that she had never known. I wanted it for her.

Beauty

I could barely catch my breath, panting with want for the man before me. We had fucked countless times over the past few weeks, but this felt different. The look in his eye told me this was more than a physical release for him, perhaps it was more of an emotional release. His eyes were still fixed on mine, greater intensity than I had ever seen from him. With my back pressed against the wall, he physically lifted me, keeping me pinned against the wall. I let out a little shriek in surprise, but then immediately began giggling. Another grin spread across his face. I had to bite my lip to keep from showing the happiness growing inside of me.

One of his hands moved up from my hips, gripping the back of my head, as he kissed me again, deeply. I was molten with desire now, wanting, needing to feel him. I let his tongue dominate my mouth, own me. I was his. There was no doubt in my mind that I was his.

"Please," the only word I could manage to let out. "Please." I saw a momentary look of confusion, almost of pain, in his eyes. He bit the corner of his lip, as if he was struggling with something. I needed him more than he could possibly know. I only could hope that he needed me too.

And then, with immense force, his mouth crashed into mine, a moan coming from deep inside of him, filling my mouth. He made quick work of his belt and pants, stepping out of them with ease. He scooted my dress up slightly . Thankfully I hadn't worn panties to avoid any panty lines. And then I felt him at my entrance. I was so wet already, I could feel my moisture already pooling onto him. He hesitated for a second, but then slid deep inside of me, letting me down off the wall slightly, pushing himself even deeper inside of me. His sheer size caused me to arch my back and whimper. As I did, he found my neck and laid gentle kiss along my skin, sitting still inside of me, letting me adjust to his size. After a few seconds, he started moving slowly, agonizingly slowly in and out of my body. I could tell he was restraining himself, but I'm wasn't quite sure why. All of the other times, he had owned my body with such a savage nature. It was almost as if he was a different person in this moment.

His chest pressed against mine, my nipples hardened against him. My body was begging for orgasm as he continued his slow torture between my legs. I could feel every motion in and out of me as if it was happening in slow motion. He kept his face nestled in my neck, his warm breath sent shivers down my spine. I could feel a gentle moan and exhale with every thrust, each motion seeming to bring him closer to something.

"Faster please." I asked of him. He pulled his face from my neck and looked deep into my eyes. The light in his eyes was bright, his eyes brighter than I had ever seen before, enough to make my breath hitch. His eyes looked directly into mine, as if he was looking into my soul. The intensity between us was almost palpable. And without breaking eye contact, he picked up his pace. With the increased speed, I felt him deeper inside of me and I couldn't help but to let my eyes roll back, taking in the sensation this incredible man was giving me. I felt my breath growing heavy and short at the same time. I felt warmth spreading through my entire body. I felt his gaze still on me. And then with one deep thrust, I felt my entire body spasm around him. Wave after wave of pleasure rang through my body, my legs clenched around his waist. I am thankful was is holding me up against the wall because my muscles were useless in that moment.

And just as I came down from my earth shattering orgasm, I sensed his coming. He pushed me even tighter against the wall, an incredible sensation. And as he pushed impossibly deep inside of me, he buried his head in my neck, as I felt his warmth spread inside of me. With my arms around his shoulders, I held him tightly, still breathing deeply in his ear.

He pulled me away from the wall, his arms wrapped around my waist, as we sank to the floor. He looked in my eyes as he brushed my hair away from my face, behind my ears. He kept his hands on my face, feeling me, as if he needed to be reminded I am real. The sincerity, the brightness, the love in his eyes made me shed a tear. And as it fell down my face, he kissed it away and wrapped me tightly in his arms.