A Bride for the Beast: A Curvy Girl Monster Romance (Monster Between the Sheets) by Nichole Rose & Fern Fraser

Author:Nichole Rose & Fern Fraser [Rose, Nichole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2022-10-13T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Dahlia

I'm out of my mind with pleasure. Can you die from feeling too good?

When I told him I loved him, I made sure to emphasize the word man. I'm going to lavish all the attention, care, and encouragement I never received growing up, and I'm going to do it with him. I don't want to hear him say a bad word about himself or think of himself in a negative way. I won't have it. I spent my life feeling squashed or like my opinion didn't matter, and it just isn't true!

Draven was second-guessing himself, calling himself a beast when in fact there is more humanity in his little finger than in so many other people. He said I'd seen him at his worst and was afraid I would judge him. But whose criteria is he judging himself by? Why aren't we free to live how we want? To live like individuals, the way nature intended. Beauty is everywhere. It's all around us and shows up in so many forms, but everyone should be free to express themselves, not exist in little boxes. That's why I left my home—I was tired of being told what to do and what to believe. I wanted to strike out on my own and figure out who I am and what I believe in.

Draven makes me feel things I didn't think were possible. Like falling head over heels in love at first sight is possible. Deep down in my heart, I suspected it was true, but now I know for certain. And I can confidently say true love finds you when you least expect it.

And as for true love being blind? Well ….fate served me up a blue-haired man with horns. It can't get any better than that!

He's a marvel and a wonder and utterly precious to me. I could spend the rest of my life thinking of ways to love him, but right now, he's put me first again. But this time, I'm not content with being a passive participant.

Warm water sluices over his bare shoulders, glistening droplets forming a mist that rises into my face. I breathe it in, unable to smell his unique scent under the strong artificial fragrance of shampoo and soap.

I lather soap in my hands and caress his shoulders, kneading his muscles and rubbing my hands up and down his back. He drops his head forward when I stroke the nape of his neck and lets out a satisfied moan. His reaction makes me giggle, and as I lather soap up his arms, I run my fingers over his biceps, then slide down the length of his forearms. When I reach his hands, I take each finger, lavishing attention on them one by one.

When we were in the forest, I dropped to my knees in front of him. He pulled me up, telling me we had plenty of time. Of course what happened after that scared me half to death, which puts an end to his theory. He's precious to me, and I want to make the most of every single moment we share.

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