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earlier. It had been extraordinary. She blushed and closed her eyes, reliving when he plunged deep inside her for the first time. The shock, at his size, at the sensation, at the ripples of pleasure that passed through her in that moment. She opened her eyes, shook her head. “You’re the one who proved quite useful.”
He smiled lasciviously, “I do know a thing or two,” he said, pulling her toward him. “So, this Giselle, she bought them at a book shop?” he said, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling at her neck.
Beauty pulled back. “I have no idea,” she said, laughing. “Why do you care? How did you come by them?”
Beast shrugged. “They were in the library. But, they seem to be rare editions, and given how Catholic the area is, they don’t seem to be something the local minister would encourage young maidens to read or be happy that Giselle was showing them around.”
Beauty nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “I was quite surprised anyone published them. This Ferus Lucunditas can’t be popular with the church where he lives. Though, maybe he’s a pagan and doesn’t care.”
Beast frowned. “A pagan?” he asked. “Because he enjoys telling love stories that include all the parts — stories that tell in detail how a man should love a woman, and how she might love him — he must be a pagan?”
Beauty raised an eyebrow. “You’re right, but people generally, they just don’t talk about it. And it’s just that I was frightened to read it when I first got it, when I first saw what it was. Giselle just told me to keep it private, to only read it at home. My father saw the cover a couple of times, but because it’s so nondescript, he never really took much notice of it. Thankfully. So, Mr. Lucunditas must be very brave, or it’s a nom de plume.”
“It is,” Beast said, matter of factly. “It’s Latin. Ferus means Ferocious, and Lucunditas means Pleasure. It is a book of ferocious pleasure.”
Beauty opened her mouth in a little O, a look that turned Beast on, immensely. He could feel the blood flowing to his lower region. He pulled Beauty toward him, and kissed her. His hands found her ass, and cupped them through the layers of clothing. He wondered why women wore so many layers of clothing — chemises, petticoats, skirts, corsets. It might be easier if she walked around naked. Though, if she walked around naked, they would spend their days doing nothing but what he planned to do with her now.
He ripped the layers of her skirts and petticoats right off her. She pulled back, looked up at him, as if shocked. “Is this you being ferocious?” she asked, licking her lips, he was sure with the goal of turning him on, further.
“Yes,” he growled lowly. “If that’s alright with you.”
She took a step back, naked from the waist down. She walked away from him, over toward the sofa in a corner. She sat down with her book as if she intended to read, but it was clear she had no intention of reading. She reclined, lying on her back, popping the book open randomly to a page, then spread her legs so he could see her wonderful pink lips that already appeared to be moist. She asked coyly, “And if I said it wasn’t alright?”
Beast came toward her, closing the distance quickly. He looked longingly at her open legs, focusing on the curly brown hair between them. He touched the area gently with his fingers, feeling the hair that was already moist at the lips of her opening. He breathed heavily and stared at her. “Then I would stop,” he said. “If you said it wasn’t alright with you, then I wouldn’t continue.”
Beauty frowned, and began to unbutton her corset. “You, Beast, have a wealth of self-control,” she said.
He shook his head. “Not as much as you think, but I make efforts to respect your wishes, even when you’re toying with me.”
She smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she slipped the corset off, then pulled the remains of her
He smiled lasciviously, “I do know a thing or two,” he said, pulling her toward him. “So, this Giselle, she bought them at a book shop?” he said, wrapping his arms around her and nuzzling at her neck.
Beauty pulled back. “I have no idea,” she said, laughing. “Why do you care? How did you come by them?”
Beast shrugged. “They were in the library. But, they seem to be rare editions, and given how Catholic the area is, they don’t seem to be something the local minister would encourage young maidens to read or be happy that Giselle was showing them around.”
Beauty nodded. “You’re right,” she said. “I was quite surprised anyone published them. This Ferus Lucunditas can’t be popular with the church where he lives. Though, maybe he’s a pagan and doesn’t care.”
Beast frowned. “A pagan?” he asked. “Because he enjoys telling love stories that include all the parts — stories that tell in detail how a man should love a woman, and how she might love him — he must be a pagan?”
Beauty raised an eyebrow. “You’re right, but people generally, they just don’t talk about it. And it’s just that I was frightened to read it when I first got it, when I first saw what it was. Giselle just told me to keep it private, to only read it at home. My father saw the cover a couple of times, but because it’s so nondescript, he never really took much notice of it. Thankfully. So, Mr. Lucunditas must be very brave, or it’s a nom de plume.”
“It is,” Beast said, matter of factly. “It’s Latin. Ferus means Ferocious, and Lucunditas means Pleasure. It is a book of ferocious pleasure.”
Beauty opened her mouth in a little O, a look that turned Beast on, immensely. He could feel the blood flowing to his lower region. He pulled Beauty toward him, and kissed her. His hands found her ass, and cupped them through the layers of clothing. He wondered why women wore so many layers of clothing — chemises, petticoats, skirts, corsets. It might be easier if she walked around naked. Though, if she walked around naked, they would spend their days doing nothing but what he planned to do with her now.
He ripped the layers of her skirts and petticoats right off her. She pulled back, looked up at him, as if shocked. “Is this you being ferocious?” she asked, licking her lips, he was sure with the goal of turning him on, further.
“Yes,” he growled lowly. “If that’s alright with you.”
She took a step back, naked from the waist down. She walked away from him, over toward the sofa in a corner. She sat down with her book as if she intended to read, but it was clear she had no intention of reading. She reclined, lying on her back, popping the book open randomly to a page, then spread her legs so he could see her wonderful pink lips that already appeared to be moist. She asked coyly, “And if I said it wasn’t alright?”
Beast came toward her, closing the distance quickly. He looked longingly at her open legs, focusing on the curly brown hair between them. He touched the area gently with his fingers, feeling the hair that was already moist at the lips of her opening. He breathed heavily and stared at her. “Then I would stop,” he said. “If you said it wasn’t alright with you, then I wouldn’t continue.”
Beauty frowned, and began to unbutton her corset. “You, Beast, have a wealth of self-control,” she said.
He shook his head. “Not as much as you think, but I make efforts to respect your wishes, even when you’re toying with me.”
She smiled. “I’m sorry,” she said, raising an eyebrow as she slipped the corset off, then pulled the remains of her
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