Chapter 91: Pleasure and Panic
Beatrix found herself on the bed with Rhys’ large muscular frame hovering above her, his face a few inches away from her baring a deep affection through his blazing blue eyes.
Her heart hammered madly against her chest and she couldn’t help but blush. She averted her gaze because she couldn’t help but be shy.
Her lack of inexperience made her insecure every time even though Rhys made sure all her insecurities would disappear.
Beatrix tried to control her breathing, but the anxiety in her chest was already making her chest rise and fall as he brought his hands to caress her cheeks.
"The things I want to do to you right now, little mouse but not yet." He mumbled, his eyes flickering between her own.
He grabbed the hem of her sweater and tugged it up, while she lifted her hips and maneuvered her body to help him pull it over her head and he threw it without direction or an ounce of care where it landed, leaving her bare to him.
"My lovely Beatrix." He muttered softly as his eyes gave her body a once over, his breathing quickening.
"Christ I could just stare at you all night" he murmured as he trailed his hands down to rest at her panties and hooked his fingers on both sides as he dragged the material down her legs until he removed them completely; tossing them over his shoulder without tearing his eyes away from their shameless exploring.
His mouth claimed hers, his tongue warred with hers, invading her mouth with a wet heat. His mouth wandered from hers as he trailed kisses on her neck moving lower.
"You have no idea what you do to me." He breathed.
Rhys leaned forward to cup her breasts, his fingers catching her nipples between them. He bent down and slowly licked and nipped at the swell of them, his thumbs now circling around the puckered tips.