Beauty & Her Beast

Chapter 43: As Close As Possible

“No. You couldn’t do it.”

I look up at him as I feel like I’m breaking. I don’t feel that I'm wanted anymore. He’s taking this punishment too far. This hurts. Everything.

Sylas sighs as if he’s upset with himself, though he simply mutters under his breath, “Honestly.”

Tears begin to run down my face, then I look away as I sob softly. Sylas stands, only to grab my arms to pull me up. He turns me around to push me against the wall, then spreads my legs only to thrust into me. I moan softly as I feel a sense of relief. I can sense he feels bad. He’s overthinking things now and he feels guilty.

His father taught him well, though, I have a feeling Elijah had a good reason for us not to do such things during this time. He hadn’t taught Sylas everything yet. Sylas slides his hand down my thigh and rubs me gently, until he plays with my clit. I gasp as I was shocked by the sudden rush.

As he’s pounding me, Sylas whispers in my ear as he leans his chest against my back, “I’m sorry. I was too harsh.”

Tears roll down my face. Tears of both ecstasy and happiness. Right before I climax, Sylas pulls out only to turn me around.

“I want to see you,” he speaks desperately, wanting to see my face.

I lean my back against the wall as he lifts my leg and pushes into me, thrusting harder. Right as I throw my head back, Sylas moves his hand behind my head.

He growls, then whispers lowly, “Be careful.”

My eyes meet his as my breath is heavy and my heart's pounding rapidly. His eyes, finally. They’re blue and brown again. I missed that sight. I wrap my arms around the back of his neck as I scream his name. Sylas grunts as I moan, climaxing together. I try to catch my breath as he holds me close.

“Listen to me right now. Don’t disobey me again. I hate to see you in such pain. It kills me. Before you take action, think about me. Think about yourself,” Sylas whispers lowly in my ear.

I feel compelled to listen to him again. What’s different? What happened before and what’s happening now? Why didn’t I feel compelled to listen to him before? It feels as though things have changed now... His scent and his voice. There were certain times, his scent wouldn’t come into play as well as his voice.

I was only surrounded by my own. Sylas pulls out as I gasp, then he reaches down to rub me softly. I wince a bit, then he pulls his hand back as he looks down at me.

“You’re satisfied for now. I guess I hurt you a little too much. I’m sorry," he says solemnly.

I let go of him as he lets go of my leg, then I hug him tightly. The cold water runs over our bodies, though his body gives me warmth.

“We’ll talk about this once I get cleaned up. If that’s okay,” I say, unsure if I have a say on anything anymore.

Sylas sighs softly, then he rests his head on mine as he says, “That’s fine. Just, hurry up. I have somethings to say.”

I nod, then Sylas lifts my chin only to kiss my forehead. I watch him as he walks out of the shower. Damn, his body is amazing. Muscular, smooth, and flexible. I mean, even for a guy, he’s got a nice ass. I wish I had a nice one... This isn’t about me. I shake those thoughts out of my head, then I clean up. As I’m washing off, I hear the door close, which means Sylas is in my bedroom.

I sigh softly, then I feel depressed and anxious all of a sudden. I feel... I need him. I need him by my side again. I need to feel his warmth, his love, and his scent. Quickly, I turn off the shower, only to get out and wrap a towel around me. I walk to the door to open it, only to see Sylas sitting on the edge of my bed.

“S-Sylas,” I say nervously as I look down, holding my arm.

His head perks up, then he stands, only to then approach me.

“What is it? Are you okay,” he asks, as he's concerned about me.

A few tears fall from my cheeks, then he pulls me close to him as I hold onto him tightly. I don’t want to let go.

“Fuck,” Sylas mutters under his breath, almost irritated.

As I go to pull away from him, Sylas holds me closer as he holds the back of my head.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I said that because I forgot something. I’m irritated with myself, that’s why," he whispers reassuringly.

I gently push him away, then I look down as he asks, “You didn’t get too lonely without me, did you?”

I look away as I shake my head.

Sylas turns my head to face him as he states, “Don’t lie to me.”

I avert my eyes away as he asks me again. I nod this time, agreeing that I felt pretty lonely. Sylas kisses my head, my hair still dripping wet. I smile as he kisses my face all over. I giggle softly, then he pulls away to look at me. I smile softly at him, then my smile fades as he grabs my towel to unwrap me.

I look away as he looks down at me, who’s standing naked, in the doorway of my bathroom. Sylas puts the towel on my head to dry my hair. He stops drying my hair for a moment, then pulls the towel back only to examine me.

“You’re beautiful.”

My heart thumps at his compliment. I look down as a light blush crosses my cheeks. Sylas kisses my forehead, then dries my hair again.

Once he dries the upper half of my body, I grab the towel as I whisper, “I’ll finish up, just stay close, please.”