Filthy Beast (Filthy Fairy Tales #1)
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“I love you, Olivia. You bring out the best in me even when I see the worst in myself.”
I kiss her, and it's as if I'm whole again. Like I'm me again.
The me I was always supposed to be.
I pull her flush up against me, slamming my lips to hers. We kiss until we’re both panting, lost in each other’s touch.
“I can't believe I came all the way out here to rescue you when you didn't even need me.” I laugh.
She runs her fingers through my hair and smiles that lovely, blinding smile.
“Sometimes a girl has to save herself.”
Epilogue
OLIVIA
One year later…
“So what do you think?”
I look up from the bed, tears filling my eyes as I try to compose myself. Declan’s staring down at me, bare chested with his sweat pants riding dangerously low. Low enough to give me an eyeful of his pelvis and that beautiful V-cut he magically seems to keep with little exercise. The manuscript in my hands is a masterpiece. It’s raw, dark, and something completely different from what Declan usually writes.
“I thought it was time to spread my wings a bit,” he adds. “Is it bad?”
“Bad?”
Bad is not the word I would use to describe this.
"No," I laugh. "It's filthy."
His blue eyes dance with mischief.
"Seriously, it's amazing. Have you thought of a name yet?" I ask.
Declan smiles. The kind of smile that leads all the way to his bright blue eyes. The kind of smile that instantly makes me wet with desire. I watch him as he kneels on the bed next to me and takes the manuscript from my hands. I reluctantly give in, slightly unwilling to part from it. I look up as his hands trail to my hip and then to my swollen pregnant stomach. To my surprise, his expression turns dark and hungry. He leans in and places one kiss on my stomach before gazing up at me. Ever since I told him we were having a baby, he hasn't been able to keep his hands off me. It's like he's trying to fit another one in there.
"I was thinking of calling it Filthy Prince," he says. Declan's lips twitch, like he's trying to fight back a smile. “It's fitting don't you think?"
I laugh. "Well, they do say write what you know."
Declan leans in to kiss me. "You know what else I know?" he asks.
"What?" I grin like a fool.
His gaze suddenly grows serious, his eyes loving but intense. "How much I fucking love you."
My breathing grows shallow, and my heart begins to race as a filthy thought flutters into my mind.
“Well, since I'm already in bed,” I begin to say, my voice shaking in excitement. “I guess you could spend the rest of the night showing me.”
He practically growls as he pushes me back on the bed and sinks between my thighs. I watch him with baited breath as he lowers his mouth. Hovering just above my pussy.
“It would be my pleasure, princess.”
About the Author
Vanessa Booke is a lover of poetry, Rom-Coms, the combination of peanut butter and chocolate, and all things Jane Austen. She is an avid reader and graduate from Cal State University, San Bernardino where she received her Bachelor’s degree in English Literature. Vanessa lives in beautiful Southern California with her husband, Ryan, and their three dachshunds Zer0, Zoey, and Zelda. When she isn’t working on her novels, Vanessa spends most of her time window shopping and taking grand adventures with her partner in crime.
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FILTHY PRINCE
COMING AUGUST.