Beloved Beast by Cathy McAllister Page B

jumped out of the boat and helped her to the ground. The slippery undergrowth, covered with roots, made her stumble and he steadied her with his arms. She was a lot smaller than he was. Her face only came up to the height of his broad chest. Crissy could hear the loud beating of his heart. She was very conscious of the touch of his large hands – one on her waist and the other below her bottom. She looked up at him, her heart racing. His brown eyes were almost black.
    He held her still more tightly and she sensed his arousal. Would he fall upon her? She was aware of his heartbeat increasing, his breathing becoming heavy, and the desire that he felt was written all over his face. The glow that burned in his dark eyes shocked her. Who knows how long this man had had no woman? Could one hold it against him if he were to take advantage of this opportunity? Would she hold it against him, she suddenly asked herself? She could not deny that her body was already reacting strongly to him. Despite his deformed face, his appearance was attractive – exceedingly masculine and, as she could feel, also exceedingly well-endowed.
    Her sex began to tingle again. She had at first tensed up in his arms, but she how relaxed and nestled into his embrace. He was aware of this change and raised an eyebrow questioningly. As if in response to a silent question she opened her mouth and nervously moistened her upper lip with the tip of her tongue.
    Without further ado Rambo lifted her into his arms and carried her into the hut. He lay her down on an amazingly comfortable, freshly-made bed. Her heart was racing as she watched him pull his shirt over his head. Whatever was she doing here? With this wild man she could not …
    Like the left-hand side of his face, the left-hand side of his upper body was marked with scars. Despite this she felt that she had never seen a more beautiful man. Whatever did this man do in this swamp to have become so muscular? There can hardly be a gym here. When he then removed his trousers, her heart stopped beating.
    With one sleek move he slid over her and pressed his mouth to hers. He did not seem to be the type of man who wasted time on trivialities. With determination he slid his tongue between her lips and teased her in an extremely erotic way, which instantly set her body alight. She groaned quietly. Her hands slid over his body and felt every muscle and every scar. With one impatient tug he tore off her top and his mouth wandered to her erect peaks.
    She writhed about as he sucked on her nipples. Her blood seemed to have transformed into glowing lava and her womanhood was aflame. It took a while for him to remove the wet jeans from her hips. When she finally lay naked below him he moved away from her a little and looked at her closely. Her heart beat as if it would burst and she blushed as he spread her legs so that he could look at her yet more closely. Reverently, almost graciously, he stroked the gently tanned skin of her slim legs, right up to her sex. He looked into her eyes as he began to explore her, searching for signs of desire reflected in her expression. At first he had been in a hurry, but he now took his time playing with her. Helplessly whimpering, she writhed under his skilful caresses. He was, without a doubt, an experienced lover, despite his disfigurement. She could not imagine that he often had female visitors here, so this experience must have been gained earlier in his life – before he had fled into the solitude of the swamps.
    As her flesh closed around his finger, pulsating, she cried out in ecstasy, and a smile came over his face. He entered her and took her with one strong thrust. The ecstasy that she felt was so exquisite that tears fell down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and pressed herself against his body. He made her climax for the second time, and although she did not know this man, she felt deep joy at the sound of his throaty groaning as he came inside