There had been a very delicate push and pull between the beast and his angel--in the moments following his dare, climbing over top of her, examining her flushed skin, racing heart, and dilated pupils, he knew she was in shock from his latest push. "Lily." It was a deep coo, his waist gently pressing between her soaked thighs, mouth hovering over her parted lips. "It's your turn."
His angel couldn't catch her breath but her hand pressed to his chest.
It was a gesture to stop. Halt.
Instinctively, he wanted to push that hand away.
Cross any boundary she might set.
Bury himself into her.
Still, he froze, aware that with one word she could dismiss him and he would be ind anger of voiding the contract.
Breathlessly, she whispered, "That . . . wasn't kissing."
The beast unsheathed hi
