The Beast And The Blessed

Seventeen: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

My mind spun, and I couldn't tell if it was from my drink or the man pinning me against the wall. To be in his arms, house, and bedroom was a dream come true.

I wasn't surprised when Holden told me he could smell Tobias in the bar. I was excited. I knew he would show up, and the result was far better than expected. His possessiveness was invigorating and sexy as hell.

Still, as he leaned in and let his nose touch the tip of mine, I was hesitant.

He wanted to reward me, and I was more than willing to accept my prize. But he still needed to prove that he wanted more than just sex. If I just wanted sex from him, I would have come to him and cum for him long before now.

"And what is my reward?" My fingers trailed over his peck, and he glanced down briefly as I moved them up, dipping my fingers up and under the collar of his cotton shirt, drawing circles against his warm skin.

"You'll find out soon enough." The feeling of him pressing his hardness against me had me licking my lips as I imagined everything I wanted to do to him. But I needed to stay in control. If I let him take what he wanted tonight, there would be no guarantee that he would still be interested in the morning.

"I think it is time for me to be the one who set some rules then," My fingers moved up his neck and to his hair. The soft strands slid between my fingers as I balled them into fists. Tobias looked intrigued, smirking with raised eyebrows as he waited for my demands.

"You can touch me," I whispered, licking my lips before boldly grabbing his bottom one with my teeth and pulling it softly before releasing it.

Tobias groaned, placing his forearm on the wall next to my head as he leaned into me further.

"You can taste me," My tongue flicked out, teasing his lips. I turned my head, giving him my cheek as he moved forward for a kiss. The growl of disapproval he let out made my toes curl in excitement.

"But you cannot fuck me. Not yet."

Tobias pulled back, looking between my eyes, but he appeared amused. "I agree to your rules. But know that by the time I am done with you tonight, you will be begging to have me inside you. When I say no, I want you to remember this moment, sweetheart."

Well. Fuck me.

had no doubt that he would

was something loved, something precious. I had never felt like

to enjoy being close, but I could feel how tense he was. His muscles were coiled beneath his skin,

it happen, especially in front of him. Still, the relief that the man I loved was holding me so close and kissing me so tenderly made me want to cry. But I

and I already had enough of other people and myself questioning my strength. It was bullshit to cry with excitement. To me, tears were

had

through. I could accept that, though. He was

broke the kiss, trailing his lips down my throat. "Tell me, sweetheart.

tighter, holding him to me. It was my sweet spot,

hasn't touched me since dinner last night." It was a silent beg,

a thrill rush through me when it snapped back against my skin. The delicious warning of what would happen if I broke his rules made me curious, and I knew I would be breaking his

"No."

long, firm kiss

thong. I hadn't bothered to wear a bra as my dress didn't allow one, and the pained noise of approval he let out as he looked me over told me he was

"Get on the bed."

instantly made me want to shiver, but I resisted. I knew he would already be able

fingers trailed over the bedding as I looked as seductively as possible at him over my shoulder. My ponytail brushed my back, and I smiled when I found his eyes on my face instead of my naked body. He would get his chance to explore that later. For now, he

knees on the mattress, I wondered how many other women had been in this same bed, how many women he was about to compare me to, and whether or not he would find me wanting. The thought was frustrating, and I did my best to push it to

like them, not with the lines on my body and

unable to stop myself from turning my head when I smelled

his shirt off over his head but

my heels digging into the blanket. Tobias grabbed my right foot, carefully undoing the strap that held my shoe on before placing my foot

I hadn't

calloused hands began their journey, massaging my calves to my thighs. I knew Tobias was aware that I was wet and ready for him. I was positive that as he worked his way up my thighs and I spread them, he could see the