Page 139 of Stroke of Fate

Without warning, I pull my fingers out of her, replacing it with my tongue, and I’m rewarded with a sweet whimper as I lick and suck.

Her thighs close around me, but I don’t stop eating her out. I’m pretty sure if she ends up suffocating me, the coroner would find a smile on my face.

Less than a minute later, she’s coming while screaming my name, and the only other sound that follows is her shallow pants.

I settle between her legs, pausing so she knows what’s coming next. But with how she’s licking her lips, I know she’s as hungry for this as I am.

I easily thrust into her, and we both groan as she takes all of me. Her pussy is so slick there’s no resistance, and I sink in deep on the first thrust.

“You feel so good,” she sighs when every inch of me has filled her to the brim.

The sensation of taking her bare still feels like the first time, and I can’t see myself getting tired of it.

No, not it,her.

Her pussy gripping me, her pants and moans ringing in my ear.

Only ever her.

“Only. Ever. You.” I grind out emphasizing each word with a thrust of my hips.

“Shit, Levi,” she gasps, her fingers gripping me as she meets me thrust for thrust.

Her head falls back, exposing the smooth column of her throat, and thick blonde hair fans out behind her.

She’s a fucking sight, and I love her.

I love her so much that it physically aches whenever I let myself think about how I nearly lost her.

Bear clenches around me with a loud moan, and the sensation is so overpowering my orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave. At the same time, Bear finds her release drowning in the sensation with me.

Fuck me, I’m pretty sure I’m tasting colors and seeing stars with that one. Brushing my lips over hers, I feel her smile press softly into me.

When I finally have the strength to pull out of her warm heat, it’s only so I can roll over and drag her into my arms.

“I love you,” she whispers, placing a tender kiss on my bare chest.

My emotional connection with her is so strong that it takes me a moment to reply without feeling like I might cry.

“I love you, too,” I say hoarsely.

My arms tighten around Bear, and she wriggles in closer to me, causing my dick to jerk to attention despite just being inside her.

I’m content to do nothing but this for the rest of my life—with her.

Whenever I have her in my arms, the world seems like a nicer place. Every lousy memory, every obstacle we’ve had to endure fades away.

She’s the softness to my hardness.

My peace and comfort. My personal Teddy Bear.

It’s just us.

Her and me, for now and forever.

EPILOGUE | BEAR

Five-ish years later

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