Free Taken by the Beast by Natasha Knight

and when she would lift her body to tilt her head back, her breasts would lift out of the water, silky and wet. He wanted nothing other than to lick one, then the other, before taking each into his mouth and sucking, drawing the hard point out until he held the very tip between his teeth. He’d then slide his tongue down over her chest, kissing the flat of her stomach, tickling the crease around the strip of hair she left there. He’d spread her wide and just look at her for a while, all pink and wet, before tasting her, dipping his tongue inside her, then taking her clit into his mouth and sucking hard until she bucked beneath him.
    He slid into the tub behind her and she adjusted her position to accommodate him. Taking the soap in one hand, he began at her shoulders, creating a lather as he washed her. She shifted to sit on her knees, allowing him to lift first one, then the other arm out of the water. When his hands came around her front, he let the soap slip into the tub and cupped her breasts. She leaned back into him and moaned when he rolled her nipples. He noticed how she’d spread her legs just a little and once he was finished with her breasts, his hands naturally traveled downward. She only exhaled and leaned her head back when he closed his hand over her pussy.
    He ached to be inside her and the small voice that told him no was no match for the need that had been building inside him for too long. He lifted and turned her so she faced him, her knees on either side of his thighs. Her eyes were wide, her pupils dilated as she stared at him. He saw a mix of lust tinged with something else, something that made the animal inside him want. It was fear, just a hint of it.
    She put her hands to his chest, but didn’t resist when he lifted her, positioning her just over his cock. His hands closed around her hips and guided her down onto himself. He watched her mouth open and her eyes close when he filled her and ground her hips onto his lap, burying his cock deep inside her. He lifted her slowly, the sensation of her tight pussy sliding along his cock feeling so good, so warm, so right. He pulled her down hard and repeated when she gasped, tightening her hold on his shoulders.
    “Oh, god…” she cried, whimpering into his neck when he began to fuck her.
    With one hand he pulled her head back and looked at her before closing his mouth over hers. He took everything with his kiss, sucking on her tongue, stealing her breath. She made a sound and the muscles of her pussy simultaneously contracted around his cock. He kept her close to him, his mouth locked on hers as she came and as much as he knew he should pull out of her, let her be, an animal instinct overruled and when his cock pulsed with release, his hand in her hair tightened and pulled her head back, shifting their position so he dominated, plunging one last time deep inside her pussy and filling her, possessing her.

Chapter Eight
     
     
    What the hell had he done? Elijah stood in the kitchen cleaning the rabbit, taking out his anger on the poor dead thing. He’d just fucked Kayla and worse than that, he hadn’t used a condom.
    Crap!
    He heard her tentative steps and stiffened. He should not have done that; what the hell was he thinking? She’d just been so warm and wet and naked. Fuck!
    “What should I do to help?” she asked quietly.
    He finished with the rabbit, set it in a roasting pan and washed his hands. He slid the pan into the oven before turning to her. She stood wearing one of his t-shirts, which was more like a nightie about six sizes too big, along with a pair of his socks.
    And all he could think was he’d like to strip her naked, bend her over the back of the couch, and fuck her again.
    “You can set the table. Plates are there, utensils in that drawer. I’m afraid it’s just going to be the rabbit and canned green beans tonight, but I’ll head into town tomorrow to get supplies.”
    “And clothes for me?”
    “Yes.”
    “It’ll be an