Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Tilting my chin up, I look at the clear blue sky, only to have snowflakes land on my eyelashes. This is the first snowfall since I arrived at the beast’s castle, and I find myself delighted by it. I always loved the beginning of winter as a girl, though less so as the years went by and it only meant I was in danger of being cold.
Now I am the safest I have ever been from sharp winds. There is a castle to protect me, a prince who lives there, and magic to care for us both. We will be warm all winter, and I can feel the old delight again just as I once did.
It’s the start of my happily ever after.
“It is snowing!” I tell the beast, who follows at my side, my hand in his arm. “Look!”
A smile grows as I catch a snowflake on the tip of my nose, and he rumbles a laugh. “If it is snowing, then we should not be outside.” It’s a sound I’ve grown to love. A sound I hear more and more with each passing day. Especially now that my father stays with us and the rumors he’s spread are now told as truths: an heir to the prince returned and slaughtered the beast.
With that side of him tamed, we are safe. Although the village still fears the magic. We’ve had visitors and every time I can feel his anxiousness, but not once has the beast betrayed him. The full moon is not a night we have guests though, as that is the night that calls to the beast the most. It is the new moon that the appetite for the prince is most needy. I find myself drawn to my husband most then as well. I glance down at the ring on my finger. One day we may have a grand wedding, but for now, his vows of love spoken late at night to love me forever are all I need.
“I am warm. Are you not?” I ask.
“I’m warm,” he admits, and gives me a look that seems to mean that he is warm because he is with me and not because of his fine clothes.
He holds his hand out and I give him mine to hold. The first kiss on the crook of my neck sends a smoldering need through me.
The moment he pulls back I kiss his cheek, his stubble rough against my lips. The pull between us turns hotter. My attraction for him grows more and more with each passing day.
The prince changes direction, taking me behind a large evergreen that grows near the castle wall. His touch is still warm because we have only been outside for a few minutes, and his mouth is even hotter as he kisses me, bracing me against the wall and pushing up my skirts so that he can find his way between my legs and stroke me there.
I have come once already by the time he unlaces his trousers and thrusts his cock inside me. My lips part with a silent cry of ecstasy. If I had ever escaped from the castle, I would have craved the way he fills me and the possessive touch he uses to brace me against the wall. His body is so hot and his need is so all-encompassing that I do not even feel the cool of the bricks as he fucks me ruthlessly. He is the perfect lover.
He kisses the side of my neck, his powerful hands holding me in place, and all I have to do is hold him and take my pleasure from his body.
He finds his release with a growl at the same time I find mine, then covers my mouth with his and kisses me until I have to pull away to catch my breath. He lets me down carefully, placing my boots in the snow, and shakes out my skirts so that they fall around my legs.
“There. Now you do not look as if you have been ravished in the snow,” he proclaims, catching his own breath.
“Thank you,” I tell him, although he leans down to kiss me before I’ve finished. My legs are weak, but my prince pulls me closer to his side. He leads me to the swing that I sat on so long ago and brushes the thin layer of snow off the seat.
I sit on it, feeling like a princess. He bends down and kisses my neck, then pulls my cloak into place. He has kissed the spot where the scars from his teeth still remain, but all I feel now is the pleasure of his lips meeting my body. It doesn't matter where he kisses me. Every brush of his lips is like being warmed by the fireplace.
The prince steps behind me, taking the ropes of the swing in his hands, then pushes me lightly on my back. I do not want to swing too high. I want to stay where my prince is, never out of his reach. But it is such a simple pleasure, to be on a swing and remember how the magic lured me to him what seems like an eternity ago.