An erotic beauty and the beast retelling [FemaleXBeast] [Captive] [Dark Fairy Tale] [Forward Herione] [Knotting]

“You’re not afraid of me,” he said, more a statement than a question.

Bernice lifted her chin, her defiance sparking in the air between them. “Should I be?”

The Beast let out a low chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. “Most would be.”

“I’m not most people,” she replied, her voice steady despite the way her heart raced.

He took another step closer, and she could smell him now—a mix of earth and musk, something raw and untamed. Her body reacted instinctively, a heat pooling low in her belly that she couldn’t ignore. She tried to push the feeling away, but it was impossible in his presence.

“You’re different,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over her face. “Brave. Stubborn. Beautiful.”

The word hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning. Bernice's breath caught, her cheeks flushing as she stared up at him. She had never thought of herself as beautiful, but the way he said it made her believe it was true.

“Why am I here?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “Why did you take me?”

The Beast’s expression darkened, a flicker of pain crossing his features. “I didn’t take you,” he said, his voice rough. “You chose to stay. To save your father.”

“And now?” she pressed, her heart pounding. “What happens now?”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze searching her face as if trying to find the answer in her eyes. “Now,” he said finally, “you choose again.”

Bernice's breath hitched, her mind racing. She knew what he was asking—what he wanted. But did she want it too? The answer was there, buried deep beneath her fear and uncertainty. She took a step closer, her body moving of its own accord.

“What if I choose you?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

The Beast’s eyes darkened, a low growl escaping his throat. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Bernice nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure of many things, but this—this felt right. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the fur on his chest. It was softer than she expected, warm and inviting. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath her palm, and it matched the rhythm of her own.

The Beast’s breath hitched, his body tensing at her touch. “Bernice,” he growled, her name a warning and a plea.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide with both fear and desire. “I want this,” she said, her voice stronger now. “I want you.”

His control snapped, and he surged forward, catching her lips in a fierce, searing kiss. Bernice gasped, her body melting into his as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close. His lips were demanding, insistent, and she responded in kind, her hands tangling in his fur as she kissed him back with everything she had.

The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them and the fire that burned between them. The Beast’s hands roamed over her body, his touch both gentle and possessive, as if he couldn’t decide whether to cherish her or claim her. Bernice moaned into his mouth, her body arching into his as he deepened the kiss.

He broke away suddenly, his breathing ragged as he looked down at her. “Are you sure?” he asked again, his voice rough with need.

Bernice nodded, her eyes dark with desire. “Yes,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m sure.”

With a growl, Beast swept her up into his arms, carrying her out of the library and down the long, dimly lit corridors of the castle. Bernice clung to him, her heart racing as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She could feel the power in his body, the way his muscles moved beneath her as he carried her effortlessly. It should have frightened her, but instead, it only fueled the fire inside her.

He reached his chamber, pushing the door open with his shoulder and stepping inside. The room was dark, lit only by the moonlight streaming through the tall windows. He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Last chance,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Once we start… I won’t be able to stop.”

Bernice reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “I don’t want you to stop,” she said, her voice trembling with desire.

With a growl, he captured her lips again, his hands moving to the laces of her dress. He tugged at them impatiently, his fingers trembling slightly as he worked to free her from the layers of fabric. Bernice helped him, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed to feel him—his skin, his warmth, his strength.

The dress fell away, pooling at her feet, and she stood before him in nothing but her chemise. The Beast’s eyes roamed over her body, his breath hitching as he took in the sight of her. She was breathtaking, her skin glowing in the moonlight, her curves soft and inviting.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe.

Bernice blushed, her heart swelling at the look in his eyes. “So are you,” she whispered, her fingers brushing over the fur on his chest.

He growled, his hands gripping her waist as he pulled her close. His lips found hers again, the kiss deep and hungry, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Bernice moaned, her body pressing against his as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her.

The Beast’s hands moved lower, gripping her hips as he lifted her onto the bed. He followed her down, his body covering hers as he kissed her with a desperation that took her breath away. His hands explored every inch of her, mapping her body as if committing it to memory.

Bernice's head fell back, her eyes closing as pleasure washed over her. His touch was electric, sending sparks of ecstasy through her veins. She had never felt anything like this—never known it was possible to feel so much.

The Beast’s lips trailed down her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “You’re mine,” he growled, the words sending a shiver down her spine.

“Yours,” she whispered, her voice trembling with need.

He lifted his head, his eyes burning with desire as he looked down at her. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours,” she said, her voice stronger this time. “Completely.”