Beauty and Her Beastly Love (Passion-Filled Fairy Tales Book 2) by Rosetta Bloom

happy with how we are, how we live?”
    He stood up, too. “I may be a beast on the outside, but I have the heart of a man, a heart that yearns for the love of his woman, of her promise to love him and only him forever. So, I am happy to be with you now, but I do desire more.”
    He’d laid his heart bare for her to see, and for that she was glad, but she could not give him what he wanted in return. “I’m sorry. I can’t say yes to you, Beast.”
    Beast kissed the top of her head. “Very well,” he said, then walked out.

Chapter 16
     
    Beauty and Beast spent the next two weeks living a somewhat strained existence. They still were intimate, but it was clear that Beauty’s refusal of Beast’s marriage proposal had hurt him.
    On this day, Beauty was in the library, looking for something good to read. She saw the line of Ferus Lucunditas books on the shelf. This time, she noticed something about the books she hadn’t noticed before. These editions all had the publication year and month. There were three published per year for the last six years, for a total of 18. And this was March and that meant that a new book should be out soon. She wondered if it would simply appear on the shelf and she’d get to see it, or if she actively had to do something to make it appear.
    “Give me Volume 19,” she said. Then she waited. Nothing happened. She frowned.
    She heard a creaking noise and turned to see the door to the library open. It was Beast. “I thought I heard you?” he said.
    Beauty nodded. “Yes, I just noticed that the Ferus Lucunditas books are published three per year, in March, August and December. That means we’re due another one.”
    Beast laughed. “And you’re excited about that?”
    “Well, yes,” she admitted. “I have so little to look forward to; let me have this small treasure.”
    Beast frowned and walked over to her. “So, this is all you have to look forward to?”
    Beauty realized her mistake and bit her lip, as she tried to think of how to explain herself. “No, it’s not the only thing,” she said. “It’s just that I’m homesick. I miss my routine, Giselle, and, most of all, my father. You’re wonderful to me. It’s wonderful here, but sometimes the lack of my usual things bothers me. So, Ferus is like a little taste of home. Like, me getting a book from Giselle, going to my room, reading it by myself and touching myself.”
    Beast wore a crooked smile. “Do tell,” he said. “Did you touch yourself often when you read them?”
    Beauty could feel herself blushing. Despite the things she’d done with Beast, she still felt self-conscious talking about intimacies. “I’m sure most people who read that book do that. What is it you did when you read the books?” She raised an eyebrow seductively.
    “Would you like me to show you?” he asked, walking toward her. “I’ll show you if you show me.”
    It was an intriguing idea to Beauty. She’d never seen a man touch himself. Her curiosity got the better of her. “Alright,” she said. “Show me.”
    Beast lay down on the sofa, the same one they’d used last time they’d fornicated in this room. He pulled down his britches, exposing his penis, which lay in a heap, still somewhat flaccid. Beauty walked over and sat on the floor beside him. Part of her wanted to grab his penis, touch it, take it in her mouth, make it hard and ready for her. But, this was not what he wanted. He wanted to show her what he did. And she was intrigued to see.
    He put his hand on his cock, and it immediately started to come to life. It grew long and hard in seconds, and watching it caused her to moisten down below. Beast wrapped his right hand around it and began to gently, softly, move his hand up and down over the entire length. He got into a rhythm, his hand moving faster and faster, him remaining silent, his eyes closed in concentration. The look on his face was peaceful and dedicated, and Beauty liked it. She liked watching the muscles in his