her trapped and hurt in a car and arguing with him then about how beautiful she was.
“I say.” Another stubborn toss of her head.
“Well, I say differently. Do you really not know how much I want you?” He wanted to tell her how much he already loved her. How much his bear loved her. But he knew it would be too much, too soon. He needed to forge a physical bond with her first and the emotional one would follow quickly. Real quick he hoped.
“Let me love you, Hope.” He lowered his head and kissed her cheek softly, then gave his attention to her eyes, her nose, finally to her mouth. Light lingering touches that caused her to lean into him and whimper in response. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “I want you so much, baby.”
He bent his head again, his mouth caressing hers. Then, like a flame to tender, the kiss turned urgent. Desperate. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, unable to get enough of her sweet yet exotic taste. He could kiss her forever.
His hand went to her hair, pulling her close, making the mating of their mouths as intimate as he wanted the mating of their bodies to be. She groaned and her hands lifted to his body, touching him as he so desperately craved. Her fingers left a heated trail up his chest, before tangling in his hair, pulling him close as if she too, could not get enough of his taste. He drew her to her feet, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips, his body grinding against hers, trying so desperately to get to her, despite their layers of clothing.
Hope was barely aware when Marcus released her chin and wrapped both arms around her. His mouth heated quickly, sliding over hers with a sweet friction that curled her toes and made her pulse soar. Her arms circled his neck and tugged him closer as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair. It felt like silk beneath her fingertips. Dragging in a tortured breath, he shifted his stance.
“Up,” he ordered, grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. She felt the cool air touch her bare skin, followed by his warm tongue as it flicked over the sensitive peak, making the tip taut and nearly sending her into orbit when he closed his mouth around the center, sucking the nipple deep inside. She clutched his shoulders as he fed first from one breast then from the other. Too soon, he was moving, moving his mouth from her breast to the skin where her neck joined her shoulder.
“Right here, Hope. My bear will mark you right here. When I’m buried balls deep inside, filling you with my seed. We’ll make you ours.” He took her hand and pushed it against the front of his jeans, making her feel his rock hard cock.
“Yes. Yes, please.” She gasped from the sensation of him pulling the skin of her throat inside his mouth, temporarily marking her. She pushed away all thoughts of stopping. All thoughts of thinking she wasn’t enough. She had proof positive in the palm of her hand. He. Wanted. Her. She shivered, thinking of the hard length pushing inside her, filling her, stretching her pussy until the ache bordered on pain.
“Marcus.” Desperate, she pressed her mouth to the side of his neck, where a pulse throbbed. She inhaled his scent, tasted the tang of his skin. Her breathing quickened and her core flooded with moisture, preparing the way for this bear. For her mate?
Maybe. Maybe.
It was too soon to believe in fairy tales and happily-ever-afters.
Right now she was going to be satisfied with the here and now. Squeezing the thick girth of his dick, she knew she would be immensely satisfied with the here and now.
“Hold on.” He wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulled her close, forcing her legs to part as he placed her core directly on his thigh. With insistent strength, he moved her up and down his leg. The friction caused the fire in her pussy to burst out of control. One moment she
“I say.” Another stubborn toss of her head.
“Well, I say differently. Do you really not know how much I want you?” He wanted to tell her how much he already loved her. How much his bear loved her. But he knew it would be too much, too soon. He needed to forge a physical bond with her first and the emotional one would follow quickly. Real quick he hoped.
“Let me love you, Hope.” He lowered his head and kissed her cheek softly, then gave his attention to her eyes, her nose, finally to her mouth. Light lingering touches that caused her to lean into him and whimper in response. But it wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. “I want you so much, baby.”
He bent his head again, his mouth caressing hers. Then, like a flame to tender, the kiss turned urgent. Desperate. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth, tasting her, devouring her, unable to get enough of her sweet yet exotic taste. He could kiss her forever.
His hand went to her hair, pulling her close, making the mating of their mouths as intimate as he wanted the mating of their bodies to be. She groaned and her hands lifted to his body, touching him as he so desperately craved. Her fingers left a heated trail up his chest, before tangling in his hair, pulling him close as if she too, could not get enough of his taste. He drew her to her feet, his fingers biting into the flesh of her hips, his body grinding against hers, trying so desperately to get to her, despite their layers of clothing.
Hope was barely aware when Marcus released her chin and wrapped both arms around her. His mouth heated quickly, sliding over hers with a sweet friction that curled her toes and made her pulse soar. Her arms circled his neck and tugged him closer as she tangled her fingers in his thick hair. It felt like silk beneath her fingertips. Dragging in a tortured breath, he shifted his stance.
“Up,” he ordered, grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts. She felt the cool air touch her bare skin, followed by his warm tongue as it flicked over the sensitive peak, making the tip taut and nearly sending her into orbit when he closed his mouth around the center, sucking the nipple deep inside. She clutched his shoulders as he fed first from one breast then from the other. Too soon, he was moving, moving his mouth from her breast to the skin where her neck joined her shoulder.
“Right here, Hope. My bear will mark you right here. When I’m buried balls deep inside, filling you with my seed. We’ll make you ours.” He took her hand and pushed it against the front of his jeans, making her feel his rock hard cock.
“Yes. Yes, please.” She gasped from the sensation of him pulling the skin of her throat inside his mouth, temporarily marking her. She pushed away all thoughts of stopping. All thoughts of thinking she wasn’t enough. She had proof positive in the palm of her hand. He. Wanted. Her. She shivered, thinking of the hard length pushing inside her, filling her, stretching her pussy until the ache bordered on pain.
“Marcus.” Desperate, she pressed her mouth to the side of his neck, where a pulse throbbed. She inhaled his scent, tasted the tang of his skin. Her breathing quickened and her core flooded with moisture, preparing the way for this bear. For her mate?
Maybe. Maybe.
It was too soon to believe in fairy tales and happily-ever-afters.
Right now she was going to be satisfied with the here and now. Squeezing the thick girth of his dick, she knew she would be immensely satisfied with the here and now.
“Hold on.” He wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulled her close, forcing her legs to part as he placed her core directly on his thigh. With insistent strength, he moved her up and down his leg. The friction caused the fire in her pussy to burst out of control. One moment she
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