JulieSummer92
This is a dark retelling of *Beauty and the Beast*. The beauty is a quiet, gentle twenty-one-year-old girl, and the beast is a warped, prideful, shrewd vampire shrouded in madness.
“C-can you p-please be gentle?” She stammered weakly, tears catching in her throat, her eyes fixed upward on the ceiling.
Silence stretched on. Heat flooded her cheeks the moment the words left her lips. What her request revealed was plain: she had never been with anyone before. She had never even seen a man unclothed. She had no idea what awaited her, only that she knew it would bring pain. The other girls she’d grown up with had told her so — that the first time always hurt terribly, and it might not feel good at all.
A low masculine chuckle pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could stop herself, she turned to look at him.
He shifted onto his side, propping his head up with one elbow against the pillows, a cunning, knowing smile playing across his strikingly handsome face.
“And why would I be gentle?” He lifted one brow.
Her face burned hotter still.
“B-because I asked,” she whispered, biting down lightly on her lip. Her hands clung tightly to the cover, holding it pulled up to her chin.
His gaze drifted briefly to her mouth, noticing the small nervous gesture.
“A-and because I’m afraid. I’ve never done anything like this before,” she confessed quietly, dropping her gaze, overwhelmed by shame over her admission and the vulnerable position she was in.
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