The Beast And The Blessed

Twelve: Damien

Damien's P.O.V.

I never expected that I would enjoy having someone at my home. Specifically, I made a point of keeping people away from my house. But each day that she showed up and worked alongside me, the more I wanted to keep her here.

She never once pushed me to go inside. Charlotte simply helped me stock up on firewood and assisted in caring for the garden and pulling the ripe vegetables.

The best part was that every time we spoke, I learned something new about her. There hadn't been a single thing that I hadn't liked.

I watched as she carried the buckets of water with me from the river to the tank I had in the back of the house. I usually would catch rainwater in it, but we hadn't had rain in a while, and filling it up from the fresh water in the running river was my only option if I wanted to keep the limited amount of running water I had in my cabin.

I had tried to get them to run something from town, but you had to have money for that. A lot of it. Living in the forest and off the land my entire life, I had little need for money. I would do odd jobs here and there, enough to live comfortably and buy what I needed from town, but spending my life working for someone was not how I wanted to live.

It sounded miserable, especially if I had to deal with others while working.

Charlotte seemed like she would be good with people, and I hated the idea of her working and hunting down other creatures for money. She could take care of herself, but the potential for her to get hurt was still there.

I felt overprotective of her to an unhealthy degree.

I was torn between wanting to throw away my reservations and make her mine or stepping back and putting some distance between us to gain my bearings.

It had been several days of getting to know one another with innocent flirting. As nice as it was, the tension between us was getting thicker by the day, and I was about to snap.

Whenever I looked at her, I thought about how incredible it had been to have her straddling me. Whenever she let out a deep breath after completing a task, I remembered how she moaned when she tasted my pre -cum.

I knew her favorite food was steak cooked medium rare with buttery mashed potatoes. I knew her favorite color was green. I knew her parents weren't around anymore, even though she wouldn't explain. It was just her and her brother, and they didn't get along. She had told me most of her likes and dislikes but not much about her childhood or life outside the forest.

That had been next on my list to talk to her about.

I would ask her everything I could think of, wanting to learn every detail about her. The more she told me, the more compatible we seemed, and I was starting to think that maybe a relationship with her wouldn't be so bad.

was how she tasted, and I was almost

thought about her when she wasn't here, and when she was,

down first, rushing to grab the ones in her hands to dump them for her. Charlotte laughed as I did so, trying to refuse my help. It

against mine as she stepped forward to try

I said as I tried to lift the bucket over our heads to dump it in the tank. Her laughter was infectious, and I couldn't stop laughing as we

handle in a swift tug, trying to get it out of my hand, subsequently sending a wave of water

as she stared at me. Her wet chest was pressed against mine and

then that my restraint cracked. "What are you doing to

didn't give her the chance to answer my question. My lips crashed down on hers just as the bucket in her other hand dropped to the ground, water splattering over our legs. She released the handle we

have her back against the water tank. Charlotte moaned loudly in my mouth, spurring me on as I grabbed

of my name as I began kissing and licking down her neck, wanting to mark her with my scent, had me hard in my shorts. Her legs were locked around me as she used the leverage to rub herself against my shaft, breathy moans

word had me storming through the back door of my home and lowering her to the couch. She gasped as I tore her shorts and underwear down

she had been torturing me in with her legs spread. I could see her glistening with arousal and her nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of her top. That had

eyes almost rolling to the back

her until that moment. I was torn between shoving my face between her legs and bending

pussy as I watched her grow more aroused. Each pinch and roll of her nipple had her pushing

hand cupped the side of my head, her fingers pressing on the back of it, guiding my

That's my girl.

seeing a lot more of her naked after this. There was no way I could keep my hands off

above her slit, my arms going under her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. Charlotte fell back, and as my mouth closed around her

on her clit. Her eyes were open, locked on mine as she cried in

tongue moved down to her entrance, and I groaned at how sweet she tasted. It was better than I had hoped, and undoubtedly, it was my new

returned to her clit. I wanted her to come undone for me and on me. As I licked, sucked, and even nibbled on her clit, her hips and thighs began to tremble. Her moaning became louder, and

of my name as she orgasmed burned into my memory, and I continued to eat her out like it was my last meal, letting her enjoy every last wave of pleasure that came

head and licked and kissed her thigh. She didn't move as I worked my way up her stomach, capturing her nipple in my mouth before eventually returning to

wanting her to understand exactly how maddening

Her body writhed beneath me, her eyelid lowered with desire. Her beast had come

stop myself, and I loved

"More."