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Just as Cora Walker owns est time

The beast has always known of her, as if sensing her presence in the heart we share He has always searched for her Yet we’d kept her away, fearing the beast would find her

Because that is another part of the curse—if a proe has been made, then the woman only has to draw near and she will be bound by that pro would take, but it is the necklace I gave to her Trapped by an innocent gift, given with the purest intentions

Now my vow to marry her will destroy either her or me Because the beast has scented her now He’s tasted her skin She fills his heart as fully as she does mine

Noill fight to possess her Yet if she gives herself to us in love, if she consents to be ours, then he will be content, and lie taer or needs protection

But if she leaves and shatters the heart we share, the beast will die

And I will die with him

If Cora ran fro with the scent of her always fillingwith the taste of her skin always uponwithout her But I am not ready to die yet—and she will be safe here until the next full ive her any choice

And if he takes her through force, forever will I rele to possess her and will never relinquish control to ain For now, I can keep hie forever, a beast driven by desperation to possess her…

Better for her that I will be dead

I can feel that death approaching, bitter and cold For years, living here alone, I thought I’d known bitterness, coldness But they were nothing co she will never be

“So will you say yes to the other, then?” I ask of her “Will you give yourself to me with love in your heart?”

Her baleful gaze meets mine Flatly she says, “So that you may use my cunt for your pleasure?”

Her fragrant, juicy cunt So wet and hot to the touch Wetter and hotter than even in my fevered dreams And the honeyed flavor of her juices that I licked froers was the sweetest heaven

I would rip aparta star from the sky just for the chance to sip directly froue

Cock aching with need, ravenous for another taste, I softly growl, “Yes”

Her response is silence, once again turning her beautiful face away from me

I battle the urge to reach for her, to make her look at me But I do not kno much control I have—and could not bear if she flinched away from my touch So I use my voice to reach her, instead

“Are you certain you wish to refuse?” When she still does not look at me but only takes another sip from her spoon, I tell her, “Your pussy wishes to be used foryourself to me, the scent of your arousal bloo in your own nectar”

Her wide, stunned gaze swings back toher cheeks “Why do you say such things?”

“Because they are true” Satisfied for the aze is upon me, I lean back in my chair and reach for my wine Its flavor is a poor, sour substitute for the sweet juices I’d rather taste upon ue “I would ease that need for you You do not have to get on your hands and knees tonight to take my cock Instead sit upon this table and let me suck on your clit and feast from your cunt”

Between her full, parted lips, her breath comes in hot shallow pants She stares at ain All the while her arousal fills the air with its rich, heady fragrance

All the while the beast fights to ee, wild to have her

But the beast has not wanted Cora as long or as violently as I have, and his lust for her burns not nearly as hot as mine The first time my fist ever wrapped around e when I was still too young to truly understand what I wanted from her By the time I was seventeen, I knew full well, and er than I ever let her know Because she was still too young

Now she is not And all of these years, picturing how she would look—no longer a girl but a wos were but pale iht she would be all softness and curves, froentle swell of her belly to the sweep of her calves into ankles Yet although the curves are there in the softness of her breasts and fullness of her lips, she’s taut and lean, with an edge that sharpens her beauty to a painful degree

With a shuddering breath, she tears her gaze froers shake as she lifts another spoonful to her luscious mouth, then she asks quietly, “What happened to this place? Why is no one else here?”

“Because I sent the staff away” Those who had not already fled

A little frown forms between her brows as she looks down at her soup “Then who cooked this? And who brought the bread and cheese I ate for lunch?”

“Twice a week, Mrs Collins leaves a basket for ate” Because I do not like to venture far outside the rounds The beast is territorial—and so I a the estate is mine

Everything outside those walls is none of my concern

“Mrs Collins?” Her gaze lifts to mine “Our Mrs Collins?”