Beauty and the Beast (Erotic Fairy Tales) by Nicole Dreadful Read Free Book Online Page B

rending fabric and Caledon looked at her.
    In the low light of the fire, his pupils were so wide and black that the yellow irises had almost disappeared. "I never promised," he said, bending forward to taste her skin with gentle nips and kisses, "to be gentle," his tongue swirling over her exposed nipple, "with your clothing." He pulled out his belt knife, and sliced delicately between two ribs of her corset, then tore the layered fabric beneath it, pulling it apart all the way to the hem.
    Felicity lay naked in the ruins of her dress as he stood to unfasten his pants. She was trembling, though she hardly knew if it was with pleasure or fear. She could feel the fiery trails his hands and lips had traced on her skin, and the line on her belly where the point of his knife had pressed through her dress. She looked up at him, unsure of what he would do next, but tingling with anticipation.
    Caledon was watching her, too, the firelight playing over the lines of his body, his arousal clear. He was waiting for permission again, she realized as she slipped off the useless sleeves of her dress, and for a moment she was overwhelmed by the power she had over him, and the responsibility it implied.
    She opened her arms to him, an answer to the question in his eyes, and he knelt between her legs. He kissed his way up her body, supporting himself with one hand while the other ran over her skin. Again she thought how different it was to feel the touch of a hand with the body of a man behind it. His weight on top of her was pleasant, and she pulled his head to hers, eager to taste his lips again. He moved a hand between her legs, spreading her open to meet him.
    She cried out as he entered her and Caledon froze momentarily, but she was already wrapping her legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper, feeling the way their two bodies fit together. If this was horizontal dancing, Felicity thought, she'd be happy to dance all night, feeling his hips rock into hers. She sought his mouth again, curling her fingers through his hair.
    Already she could feel the familiar wave of pleasure building inside, and the new pressure of Caledon, stretching the narrow passageway at her very center. He responded to her need with his own, and in every thrust she knew the ache he must have felt, unable to touch her at the very moments when she had desperately wanted to be touched. But that was over, and now his body covered hers, filling all her senses with mounting pleasure. Felicity lifted her hips, matching his breathless rhythm until the sensation overwhelmed her, and the wave broke. Her cries sent him over the edge and she felt the shudder running through his body in echo of her own as he collapsed on her breast.
    They lay side by side before the fire and she watched his pupils return to a more normal size. He reached out gently to stroke her hair. "My beauty," he said softly. "My happiness."

CHAPTER EIGHT
    A Second Wedding

    When the magic mirror brought news of Angeline's wedding, Felicity visited her family again. Her father and the others were overjoyed to see her still hale and healthy. As before, Felicity had brought a treasure chest of wedding gifts, so that Angeline did not feel any less lucky than Mariela had been. Felicity did not tell them of the transformation that "Aunt Margaret" had undergone, nor did her family ask about the Beast.
    "We should be planning your wedding next," Mariela sighed one morning as they prepared to go out.
    Felicity only smiled, but Elliot, who had been watching them primp from the doorway, said, "We will be planning your wedding. Father's business has been profitable, and we'll soon be able to repay everything Aunt Margaret gave us, with interest. Then you can come home to stay."
    Felicity could only gape at him while Angeline clapped her hands joyfully. Meanwhile, Mariela was eyeing her youngest sister with a skeptical eye. "Come here, Beauty," she said. "Surely we can lace you up a bit tighter." She tugged at the