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Chapter 24

Carina

S ex has never been something I considered myself particularly good at.

It’s always been fine— enjoyable, even —but never something I felt fully comfortable with.

But with Horace?

With him, it just comes naturally.

There’s no hesitation, no second-guessing, no awkward fumbling or worrying about whether I look a certain way or if I’m doing it right.

With Horace, I just feel.

And God, I can’t get enough of him.

His strength.

His gentleness.

The way his body moves over mine, around mine, with mine, like we were made to fit together.

And he is beautiful.

I know that’s not something we usually say about men, but he is.

Horace has this natural grace, a quiet but undeniable confidence that comes from being both a brilliant man and a Bear Shifter—two halves of him that are so different, yet so perfectly balanced.

And I love his mind.

I love the way he listens. Really listens.

When we talk, he doesn’t just nod along or wait for his turn to speak. He engages, asks questions, pushes me to explain my thoughts. He’s curious by nature, and he makes me feel like what I say matters.

Of course, I like to think that his curiosity is also personal—that he wants to learn more about me just as much as I do about him.

And this part?

The physical part?

Horace is really, really good at that.

Like ridiculously good.

The way he touches me—like I’m precious, like I’m his, like I’m the only thing that exists in his world when we’re together—it’s enough to leave me breathless.

And I want to be good at it, too.

For him.

Because something tells me we’ve only just begun. So— after he makes me come for like the tenth time today —I decided I want to take a turn.

I want to bring him pleasure.

With my mouth.

And my hands.

The idea of sucking his cock turns me on so much, my pussy floods with arousal.

He’s staring at me with those dark bedroom eyes, and his chest is rumbling with that sexy growl that makes me wild for him. I dip my head and lick the drop of precum coating his tip, and fuck, he tastes good.

Better than anything.

“If you’re gonna do that, Sweetheart, then I want my mouth on you, too,” he says, and he’s pulling me on top of him.

“What? How?” I gasp.

I was already facing the other way, so when he sits me on his chest, my ass is pretty much in his face.

I moan as my pussy comes into contact with his skin. Fuck. he is so hot. He feels so good.

But I am not relinquishing my prize yet, and I stroke his shaft, conjuring a hiss from his sexy mouth.

“Just slide back. Gimme what’s mine,” he growls and nudges my legs open as he slides my body into position.

“Oh fuck,” I moan as his tongue finds me.

I’ve never done this before and at first, I feel a little unbalanced. A little shocked, maybe.

But Horace’s mouth feels like heaven, and I want him filling mine even more now.

“You taste so goddamn good,” he growls, and his lips are doing amazing things to me while he pushes his fingers into my sheath.

I know I am going to come any second now. But I want him there too. So I lean forward, and I suck him into my mouth.

He’s curving his fingers, brushing my G-spot, and holy shit, I know when I come, I’m going to explode.

He makes this all so easy.

Makes me feel so good and loved.

He isn’t rushing. Just keeps licking me and fucking me with his hand.

I find my rhythm, rocking my pussy on his face while I try to take as much of him into my mouth as I can fit.

It’s decadent.

Dirty.

And I fucking love it.

He’s not small.

Horace’s cock is deliciously masculine. Long, thick, and veiny.

He pulls on me, his thick hands leaving my cunt to pull me upright.

Then I lose my prize, but at this point I am so far gone, I can’t help it.

I do as he silently commands, and I sit up.

On. His. Face.

Those magical lips of his are doing unspeakable things to me, and his tongue fills my core. And there it is. I can feel it building until suddenly it snaps and I am coming so hard, I feel a rush of liquid between my legs.

“Fuck, Sweetheart. You are so sexy. Squirting all over me like that,” Horace growls, and he is moving again.

Flipping our positions so I am on the bed, face down, and he is behind me.

The second his dick fills me I moan at how good it feels. How right.

He strokes into me, whispering dirty things about how I taste, tangy and sweet, and how hot and wet I feel squeezing his cock.

“This pussy was made for me. It’s mine. Gonna fuck you so good, Honey. Make you squirt like that every fucking day,” he says, ramming into me, and I am so close.

I always thought multiple orgasms were a myth, but I am happy to report they are real. And apparently, they are mine.

“Horace! I’m coming!” I yell, and he growls, the sound fierce and so damn sexy.

Then he comes. And it makes my orgasm last longer.

I swear, I see stars.

“Goddamn. I think I’m dead,” he whispers a few minutes, or millennia , later.

“You better not be. I’m addicted to you now,” I say, and I’m grinning.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. You can’t die. I’m gonna need some more of whatever this was,” I say.

“Is that so?”

“Yep. Damn straight. You’re not getting rid of me, Bear Boy. I suggest vitamins and plenty of fresh veggies.”

I am only half-joking.

“I love you,” Horace says, his voice steady, certain, like he’s just spoken an unshakable truth into existence.

And I smile—because I believe him.

Because I love him, too.

“Are you hungry?” I ask a little while later, shifting slightly, but I’m still curled up against his chest.

Horace tilts his head, studying me. “Are you?”

“I mean, yeah. I did burn some serious calories,” I tease, biting my lip.

His dark eyes smolder, a lazy grin spreading across his ridiculously handsome face.

“I can see what I’ve got in the kitchen,” he offers, but then frowns, like he already knows there’s not much there.

I shake my head. “Nah, we’ll order in.”

* * *

Twenty Minutes Later.

I’m sitting in the living room, curled up with my big, sexy mate, devouring the best ham, ricotta, and mozzarella calzone of my life when I catch Horace staring at me.

Like, really staring.

Like he’s trying to memorize me.

I pause, swallowing my last bite. “What?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he just keeps watching me, his expression softening, as if he can’t quite believe I’m here.

“Did I tell you, you’re perfect?” he finally says.

I snort, shaking my head. “I am not perfect. No one is.”

Horace just shrugs, completely unbothered. “Agree to disagree. You are perfect for me, Sweetheart.”

Something in my chest tightens, warmth spreading through my entire body at his words.

“Well, that’s different,” I murmur, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.

He doesn’t stop looking at me. Doesn’t blink, doesn’t waver.

I swear to God, this man is going to melt me into a puddle.

“You know,” he adds, reaching for his sixth slice of the meat lover’s pizza he ordered, “having a mate with her own pizzeria is definitely a perk.”

I gasp, clutching my chest in mock betrayal. “Wow! Men really are all the same.”

Horace raises a brow, amused. “How’s that?”

“You only love me for my pie,” I accuse, pointing at his offending pizza slice.

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Hell yeah, I do.”

I narrow my eyes at him, pretending to be offended.

Then he leans in, his expression turning serious, his voice dropping to a low, rumbling growl as he slides one hand between my legs, petting my pussy, which is already warm and wet for him

“I love your pie, Sweetheart. But then, I love everything about you.”

My heart stutters, my entire chest swelling with emotion.

This man.

This growly, gorgeous, utterly devoted man.

I never thought a dating app could lead to true love, but I was wrong.

And I couldn’t be happier about it.