Page 63 of Bear

“Come here, Cecily,” he said pointing to the spot in front of him. I was there in seconds. My hands found his thick muscles and skimmed their hard lines. Everything inside of me pulsed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier.” He kissed my forehead and put his hands around my waist.

“What happened?” I asked him, studying the way his locs fell across his forehead.

“My father is coming home in a few weeks.” His voice was calm as usual but I knew it unnerved him.

“Well, you knew it would happen eventually, right?”

“Yeah, I knew but not like this.” His grip around my waist tightened even more and something primal woke up inside him. It glowed bright red and warmed me through him.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“You know you’remywoman, right?” He asked, looking in my eyes. I knew he could see how much I loved him.

“Yes, I’ve always been yours.”

“You know I’ll protect you from any and everyone, right?”

“Bear, you’re beating around the bush. That’s not like you.”

“Answer me,” he growled, digging his fingers into my hips.

“Yes, baby. I know.” I touched the side of his face and kissed his lips. It lit a fire inside of him and he lifted me off my feet and pressed me against the wall. My legs wrapped around his sturdy waist as his teeth nipped at the sensitive skin on my throat.

“Bear, tell me what’s going on,” I begged.

“I need this right now, okay?” His mouth crashed against mine in a torrid flash of heat that made me forget what the fuck we were talking about. I moaned when I felt his erection stabbing into me. He pressed against my pussy hard and unforgiving.

“Bear,” I whined from both pleasure and pain. In one violent thrust, he was inside of me. My eyes snapped shut and I locked my arms around his neck. I had to hold on for dear life.

“I love you, Cecily.”

“I love you too,” I panted. He bounced me up and down on his dick and I groaned from the rough pleasure he sent surging through my body. He was so fucking deep inside of me that I completely lost myself in the moment and started thinking about having his babies. I wanted to give him a damn tribe.

“You’ve been drinking martinis,” he grumbled against my mouth.

“Uh huh,” I whined, shutting my eyes.

“I hate martinis. They taste so fucking good on your tongue though.” I gripped his hair in my fist and he growled, impaling me with his thick dick until I howled from the intense pressure he created inside of me.

We were unhinged.

We were raw and ragged.

I’d never felt so goddamn free before.

Bear snatched the fabric of my dress down until my tits popped out then he bit his way to my stiff nipples. I’d never experienced so much pain and pleasure at once. It flooded my senses like heroin hitting my bloodstream. My head rolled along the wall while Bear marked me with his teeth and I scraped his shoulders with my nails. The pain fueled him as much as it did me.

“Bite me harder, Bear.”

“I’m going to make you bleed if I bate you any harder, baby doll,” he told me. His eyes seemed to glow with the feral need to claim me. I didn’t know what the fuck happened but I wasn’t mad at it.

“Make me bleed,” I begged like a fucking lunatic. I meant it though. When I felt him bite my throat I winced and groaned. His tongue was there immediately to soothe the ache. It was too late though. That single pulse of pain did me in and I came so fucking hard I couldn’t breathe.

“Shit, Cecily…fuck,” he groaned, digging deeper and shooting his seed inside of me. My pussy vibrated with silky ribbons of pleasure and the residual throb of pain. My nerve endings were strung out on him.

We stayed there for a moment with him buried between my walls. When he finally let me down, I slid down to the floor, trying to catch my breath. I could feel my heartbeat everywhere. I felt that shit in my toes.

“I don’t know what your father did but…I don’t know if I should be mad or grateful.” I touched the bite mark on my throat and knew there would be no way to hide it.