After he finished fixing the hooks of her bodice, Beauty let out a relieved sigh, thinking it was finally over.
But it wasn't.
She felt a soft, teasing bite on the side of her waist, and her eyes widened in shock, completely puzzled and, in fact, dumbfounded. When she looked down, she found Bruno's mouth pressed against a small fold of skin at her side.
He paused, his teeth still grazing her skin, and then he looked up to meet her gaze.
"What the hell is he doing?" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Excuse me?" she asked again, her cheeks flushed as her mind raced.
Bruno awkwardly straightened, slipping his hands into his pockets like a perfect gentleman, even after that act of his.
"I apologize," he murmured, glancing away briefly. "You just looked so... delicious."
Beauty raised a brow, folding her arms.
"What am I—a snack?"
Bruno avoided her gaze, trying to find a more suitable excuse to give. Then an idea came to his mind.
Not the best one.
"The truth is... I... I was marking you as mine," he replied, running a hand through his hair, visibly embarrassed.
Beauty wanted to laugh, but she was able to conceal it.
"Oh really? And what are you—a werewolf?" she shot back.
Bruno chuckled, but his eyes drifted, settling on her lips and then lower to her cleavage, lingering just a moment too long.
She noticed, and her breath caught as he quickly looked away, licking his lips, clearly fighting an inner battle, an urge.
Now that she noticed that, she wondered how it would've felt if she had given him a chance back then at the reunion to eat her up.
No... she shouldn't think of it... that sort of thing is done to women who are very thin and not people of her size, she told herself.
She caught him staring down at her again.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked, her voice quieter than she intended.
"Yes... yes, I am. I'll always listen to you," he replied in a low, husky tone, giving her that signature smile of his as he held her gaze.
That one look and his visual attack made Beauty's mind go blank; any comeback she'd had in mind disappeared, leaving her speechless.
"Gooo... good," she stammered. "You shouldn't... shouldn't..."
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.
"Wha-"
Before she could finish, Bruno pulled her into a searing, passionate kiss, a kiss filled with a longing and energy that took her completely by surprise. But as his mouth claimed hers, she welcomed it, melting into him as though she'd been waiting for this forever.
His lips moved with a starving energy, exploring her as his hands found her waist, pulling her closer.
Beauty felt butterflies springing up instantly.
She could feel his heartbeat racing as he pressed against her, and her bosom buried into him, one hand sliding up her back, fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss.
Beauty's arms slipped around his neck, her fingers curling into his hair, pulling him even closer.
Each movement, each touch sent sparks through her, making her whole body ignite with a fire she'd never felt before. She felt his breath warm against her skin, his large, masculine hands traveling down her back, drawing her closer to him.
When they finally pulled back, both were breathless, foreheads touching as they struggled to catch their breath.
Bruno's eyes stayed locked on her lips.
"Beauty..." he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her lips.
Her heart skipped as she noticed his slightly swollen lips and the intensity in his eyes.
"Yes?" she whispered hotly.
He smiled softly, his fingers tracing her jaw.
"I'm not letting you go, baby. Not ever."
He kissed her again, then down to her bosom. Beauty's heart was pounding like crazy; she circled his neck, inviting him more.
"Oh... Bruno... mmmm," she moaned softly.
"Fuck!"
Bruno cursed, feeling a tightness in his groin that boosted his hormones. He picked her up like a feather, cupping her butt as he headed to the bed.
Bruno cursed, feeling a tightness in his groin that boosted his hormones. He picked her up like a feather, cupping her butt as he headed to the bed.
Beauty could feel his shaft poking excitedly against her swollen cunt, begging to be released.
Bruno placed her down gently on the bed and continued kissing, but as soon as his fingers started unhooking the bodice, she snapped back to herself and blinked.
"Wait... wait... no... no."
She pushed him away so he could actually hear her.
"Huh?" Bruno replied, confused.
"I need to meet up with Mrs. Cruz... leave the room, please, so I can finish dressing."
"What? Is she more important than...
me... us?"
Bruno replied, his breathing still heavy from arousal.
"We are not together anymore,"
Beauty defended, getting up from the bed.
"I want us to be together again,"
Bruno replied impatiently.
"Then maybe you should use another approach—not just to have sex with me... like you wanted me for my body only."
"What? You know that's not true!"
"So you don't want my body, then? What's wrong? Am I too fat for you?"
Beauty gave him a frown.
"You know that's not true either. You know what? Fine, I will give you some space," he replied in surrender.
Beauty watched him walk to the door, instantly regretting it.
"A man who loves just your body at least does love it and is attracted to it, unlike those who treat it like it's not worth anything. You wouldn't expect a man to be perfect! They will always want something. You are not so perfect yourself; why expect him to be..? He does want you two back, but you are selfish... putting your needs first. Why are you toxic?"
"No, no, I am not toxic... I am also not listening to you; you are just my insecurities," Beauty muttered in frustration, and she sat down with her hand on her forehead.
As soon as Bruno pulled the door closed behind him, he pressed his back against it, trying to compose himself. How could she stop him like that? He glanced down at his swollen form.
"Damn it."