Free BargainWiththeBeast by Naima Simone

of disgust? Evelyn had preferred his hair loose the few times they’d
had sex after the accident. With the thick strands unbound, the scar had been
hidden. He had allowed the pretense, so desperate to believe at least one thing
remained constant in a world that had morphed into a cold, strange place in the
span of one tragic night.
    After he’d discovered Evelyn’s affair and she’d left,
blaming his disfigured face for the end of their relationship, he had refused
to allow himself the luxury of deliberate ignorance. With his hair drawn back,
no one could pretend the scar didn’t exist—and he couldn’t pretend to not see
their horror.
    “Xavier.” She called his name again and released his head.
    If possible, he stiffened further as her fingers neared his
ruined cheek. In a flash of movement, he grasped both her wrists and pinned
them to the bed on either side of her shoulders. Her sharp intake of breath
ended on a strangled moan as he latched onto the nipple he hadn’t yet feasted
on, then sucked it hard and deep as she’d requested.
    He became lost in her again, forgetting everything but the
flesh in his mouth. Gwendolyn squirmed beneath his lashing tongue. The muscles
in her arms tensed as she strained to free herself from his hold, but he held
fast. And tortured both himself and her.
    He turned from one breast to the other, tracing wide circles
around her areolas before dragging his flattened tongue over the taut tips. Her
cries spurred him on, encouraged him to score her beaded flesh with his teeth.
He drew on the peaks so strongly, she dug her heels into the backs of his
thighs and levered her hips from the mattress to stroke his cock with her
pussy.
    Fuck. That pussy.
    The only thing capable of tearing him away from the fantasy
of her breasts was the dream of savoring the sweet sex he’d only had the chance
to palm. He slid down her body, lowering her bound arms to rest beside her
hips. Gwendolyn’s restless thrashing didn’t deter him from planting damp kisses
on her narrow rib cage, flat stomach and navel. Her intoxicating musk drifted
to him and he rubbed his cheek over the smooth, soft skin of her abdomen.
    Aside from the doctors who had sewn his face back together,
the small caress to the raised scar was the first in three years. He indulged
in one last pass over her skin before he lowered his head to the soaked
triangle of curls between her legs and nuzzled the top of the dark nest.
    Gwendolyn stilled as if in anticipation of his next touch.
He didn’t leave her in suspense.
    At the first stroke of his tongue through her swollen folds,
a cry exploded from her throat and her hips bucked so hard she dislodged him.
With a growl, he released her wrists and tugged her hands toward her sex.
    “Hold your pretty pussy open for me, Gwen,” he directed,
moving her fingers until she spread herself wide for his gaze and tongue. His
mouth watered for a taste of the dark-pink glistening flesh and the hooded,
engorged clitoris. “Don’t let go.” He wedged his shoulders under her spread
thighs, then cupped and lifted her ass so the splayed lips were like an
offering to his mouth.
    And he gorged on her.
    Skill and technique vaulted out the window as he delved in
the dewy cleft. Cream filled his mouth and he swallowed as if she offered him
the sweetest delicacy. He lapped and stroked, thrust and flicked with his
tongue. He couldn’t get enough. When he slid two fingers inside her pussy, the
muscles clamped them like a vise. His cock jerked in response as if begging for
the same tight, slick grip on his fingers. Damn. He panted, pressing a pursed
kiss to her clit.
    Gwendolyn twisted uncontrollably and her broken sobs
punctuated the room.
    “Xavier.” She reached for his head, but he jerked back
before she could touch him. Both of her hands dropped to his shoulders.
Confusion and a flash of hurt shadowed her eyes. Regret, sharp and hot, spliced
through his chest. Arousal and passion should’ve been the only