Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Fourteen: Learning A Lot About Each Other III

Harvey, lying beside me, leaned down and kissed me gently. "You're so needy, my love..." he remarked.

I licked across his lips playfully, filled with desire.

He kissed me deeply. "Mmm..hahhh.." He caught my tongue and sucked on it gently, and I dragged my teeth across his, "Mmmph.." Making me ache in my core wanting to be filled by him.

I stared at his beautiful face, running my hand across his lips up to his ear, feeling him shudder.

"You're my world, Imara," he groaned, making my heart soar.

Imara ran her hand across my face softly, treating me like a delicate treasure, making my heart tremble. The way she looked at me made me feel worshipped.

How could a woman like her exist and be mine? Her eyes told me everything—I was her world, and I fell even more in love with her.

"You say I'm needy? Yes, I am. I can't help it. I've got this amazing man who stole my heart the moment I laid eyes on him. He's skilled with his hands, speaks to my mind, and he's the one who introduced me to this way of life." His eyes flickered with both desire and adoration for me.

"So I'm always craving you," I whispered softly, tracing his lips and face in awe that Harvey, of all people, was mine. His blue eyes filled with desire, awe, and deep love for me, melting my heart.

"Then one day, he loved me from sun down to sun up, and me and his baby gurl haven't been the same since."

His cheeks flushed, visibly flustered as he placed a hand over his face. I couldn't help but giggle at his adorable reaction.

Then I sat up and crawled over to Gabriel, whispering, "And I've got this man, ohhh so upfront with his feelings, always standing tall to guard me like my personal knight

He makes me feel safe and protected in his arms, quick to understand me without any misunderstandings. He seeks the truth and confronts me directly, making me feel seen and appreciated."

"And you're fine as hell with these loc's." I teased, licking the side of his face, settling onto his lap. I looked down into his beautiful eyes, hungry for me as I was for him.

My pretty babe is dangerously sweet. She needs more protection. She is so inviting, attentive, and treating me and others as her equal.

She took her time to learn about me, connected with me, and made me happy with her love and personalized gifts—something otherworldly, like her. She spoke of my standards in life, about her.

I yearned to guard her day and night physically, emotionally, and mentally. She allowed me that, fulfilling my need to protect and be depended upon.

I always went straight to the source of my problems, wanting to face them head-on, to understand my challenges and what I sought in this lonely life, before her. As I held her in my arms, looking into her eyes, her full confidence, and the most important her being comfortable with me in her naked glory, the world I sought was reflected in her eyes.

I plunged off a hill in love deeply, enthralled even more than I thought possible to give. I knew if I was head over heels for her, so were many others, and I vowed to remain vigilant in keeping her safe.

I kissed him passionately, "Nngh..haaa.." dragging my teeth across his lips, taking nips at his chin and jaw, feeling the need to bite him with love. Then I kissed him again and whispered against his lips, "Oh and stretched me to new dimensions, imprinting on this pussy making it yours."

He sighed deeply, resting his head on my shoulder, "Imara, my divine..." he murmured, with a slight vulnerable whine. Our eyes locked, and I traced my fingers across his five oclock shadow, surprisingly always so soft to the touch. It must be because of his beastmen form.