Page 63 of Beauty

I will do everything I can to make up for the fact that shemarried a monster. I’ll be her monster.

“You’re my dream.” She turns to me, placing her hands on myshoulders. It’s a submissive gesture of pure acceptance. Her legs are open,spread wide to accept me. Her eyes focus on mine. Every reason to wait fadesaway.

I can feel her heat. My cock is surrounded by it. Her pussyis slick with the juice of her orgasms. Cream coats me as I thrust against herlabia.

“Bron, are you sure?” I don’t know why I’m asking or whatI’ll do if she says no. But I have to ask. I love her so much. My whole lifewas about wanting her, loving her. I have to know I’m welcome.

“Please. I’ve waited so long. Too long. Let me have thisbefore the after.”

I’m not sure what she means, but I understand the word please.I will never deny her. I let the fever have its way. The need to mate becomes arolling churn in my gut.

I lay my body on hers, holding not an ounce of my weightoff. I sink into her. Chest to chest. Belly rubbing belly. Legs tangling. Itouch my nose to hers—a sweet turn of my face. I nuzzle her, savoring thesensation. Thirty long years without her. Thirty long years trapped in my bodywithout her to share myself with. This is what I longed for. To be here,coupled to my soul’s mate, the woman who bridges the halves of myself.

My mind seeks hers. It’s there, the connection between usthat exists because of the day she died. I grasp it. It isn’t the full bond,but I can strengthen it. I let my desire flow. I let her know what I want.

Her tied up. Her at my mercy. Her round ass pink from mydiscipline. Her pussy weeping for my cock.

“Yes. Yes.” Her lips hover under mine.

I kiss her, surging into her mouth. Her tongue curls aroundmine. She softens under me, her legs cradling my hips.

One thrust and I’ll be inside her. I’ll be where I wanted tobe for thirty years.

I kiss her one last time and then pull myself up, shiftingmy hips and poising my cock at her entrance. Shim is behind Bron, his bodycradling hers. Our eyes meet, a long look between us. Shim is here with me. Thetwo halves of my whole complete through this woman.

I thrust up gently.

Tight. She’s so tight. Her pussy is wet, but it seems sosmall.

“Don’t stop.” Bron bites her lip. “I want this. Don’t let mego without knowing this.”

She isn’t going anywhere without me. I shift my hips, my dicka huge presence in her virgin pussy. She gasps and strains, trying to acceptme. The sounds she makes go straight to my cock, swelling it further.

I press in, needing to get deep.

“Softly.” My other half is right there. Shim is alwaysthere, but now he feels closer than ever, able to access the other side of mysoul.

I lean back over, kissing her lips. “Let me in, achumann.”

My darling. My sweetheart.

Her arms drift around my neck, her ankles locking around mywaist. She relaxes. “You’re already inside me.”

I am. One firm push and I drive deep. Shim grimaces and thenI feel it. Shim took her pain and shared it with me. The bastard. Flesh toreand swelled and stretched to accommodate my too-big cock, but Bron felt onlypleasure, the pure joy of my cock sliding home.

She shakes slightly, her eyes drifting closed.

“Don’t. Look at me. Be with me.” I can’t stand the thoughtthat she might think of anyone else.

Stark brown eyes hold me. “I’m always with you.”

Always.

“Don’t stop. Please, Lachlan.”

I pull out, every inch a deep drag on my cock. So good. Shefeels so good. Perfect. This is sex. This is making love. This is only possiblewith Bronwyn. I waited and my joy is boundless. The waiting was worth itbecause this is everything I hoped for.

Every muscle in my body feels alive. I forage back in,gaining ground. Pull out. Push in. An inch here. An inch there. Almost, andthen I sigh and finally sink in to my balls.