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She broke the curse, but when the prince stands before her, she begs him not to let the beast die. He proves the animal is still there by bending her over the banister and spanking her raw, his praise a growl in her ear as he takes her against the wall.
Dawn light slipped through the curtains. Belle woke tangled in sheets that smelled like him—but wrong. No fur. No musk. Just clean linen and soap. She turned. Alexandre sat on the edge of the bed, wat
She pushed him onto the edge of the bed and climbed over him, straddling his chest. His hands reached for her hips, but she pinned his wrists above his head. 'No,' she breathed, lowering herself onto
Dawn seeps through the curtains, painting her bare skin in pale gold. She's still straddling his hips, still full of him, but the air has cooled. His hands roam her back, reverent but restless—he's wa