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I suck in a breath as she cups my balls with one hand and strokes my cock with the other.

Holy fuck.

This woman is going to kill me.

Chapter24

Carina

Sex 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.

Likeridiculously 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.

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