Beauty and Her Beastly Love (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales Book 2) by Rosetta Bloom Page A

dream, straddling her, and bent over toward her corset. She anticipated him leaning over, gently biting off each button. But, this time he didn’t. He took his massive hands, grabbed each side of the corset and ripped it apart.
    She looked at the tattered corset, feeling slightly alarmed. “I thought you were going to be gentle,” Beauty said.
    “I will be gentle with you,” Beast said, smiling. “But not with your clothing.”
    Beauty found the thought of him shredding her clothes so he could get to her more quickly incredibly sexy. She loved the passion and the expediency of it. It was even practical, as she was fully dressed, wearing a chemise under the corset, as well as a petticoat, and skirt. If Beast lingered as long as he had in the dream with every strap and button … well, she didn’t think she could wait that long. He ripped open her chemise, then tore open her skirt with his teeth. He seemed to need her right now, and was moving at an inhuman speed to accomplish that, for Beauty was now naked, less than a minute after he’d ripped off her corset.
    Then he pulled his own clothes off. In a couple of swift motions, he was naked, and she couldn’t help but be dazzled as she looked at him. Yes, he was furry, but he was still like a man in so many ways. He had nipples protruding from his chest, from all that hair. You could tell he was strong, by the muscular arms and toned abdomen. And then of course, there was the piece de resistance , the thing she’d not seen on a real, live actual man: a penis. She’d seen them on farms animals, pigs and bulls. But not on a man, yet he wasn’t really quite a man, Beast. His cock was flesh colored, probably the color of his skin beneath all his fur, and it was long and thick like a cucumber. She could tell it was hard and ready to pump, and the sight of it made her wetter with anticipation. Part of her wondered if she’d be able to accommodate it because it seemed so big. But, the other part of her looked forward to trying, looked forward to seeing how well he fit inside her.
    Beauty licked her lips. Beast stared at her, focusing on her breasts, round and plump with pink nipples and slightly darker areola. She watched as he took his pointer finger and traced it across both nipples, ringing around the areola. She watched as her nipples grew in size, hardening. His fingers slowly left her breasts, tracing down the center of her belly, down further, to her abdomen, and then through the thick, curly auburn hair of her ladyhood. The hair was a little darker than the hair on her head, and he seemed to be staring at it. Beauty’s legs had been shut, her thighs touching, but Beast slid his hand into the area, and she instinctively popped them open, so he could get access.
    He traced his finger through her hair and down into her opening. She watched him, a smile on her lips the whole time, until he slid his thick finger in her. That’s when she closed her eyes and embraced the pleasure. She was already slick with wetness, and the feel of him as he slid a finger inside her was breathtaking. She gasped and breathed out as the walls of her love contracted around his finger. It was seductive, but she knew it wasn’t all there was. She wanted, more. The more Giselle had told her about. The more Beast had promised in the dream last night.
    As if sensing her desire, Beast withdrew his finger, leaned over and licked her neck. The sensation of his long tongue swiping across her neck caused a tremor of bliss. She breathed out seductively, and it was as if she had ignited a fire within Beast. His mouth seemed to be everywhere, her neck, her breasts, suckling them, teasing her nipples, tracing her belly. His hands were like tentacles, managing to caress her along her sides and back and bottom. It created fantastic sexual pleasure.
    She found herself reaching out to touch him back. Sliding her hands through his furry back, grabbing his bottom. Beast slid his tongue up her neck to her ear,