Page 55 of The Bear's Mail Order Mate

Tears stung her eyes. Why hadn’t he taken her over the edge?

But then he covered her mound with his mouth and flicked his tongue over her most sensitive spot, while his fingers curled inside her. He stroked her inner walls once more, exploring her intimately before he finally hit that perfect spot that made stars explode behind her eyelids. The pressure built rapidly, as his mouth and fingers worked in tandem to take her higher than she had ever been before.

Was he trying to prove something to her? Was he teaching her that no man could give her more pleasure than he?

If he was, then he succeeded. She came, her legs barely able to support her as her body pulsed around his fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. But Kris did not relent. Not until she was completely spent.

As she slumped back against the tree, he rose to his feet, his eyes locked on her face as he stripped his shirt from his back and stood there before her like a bronzed god. How could this man belong to her?

But the look in his eyes begged the same question, how could this woman belong to him?

“I think we need to lose the rest of your clothes,” he growled.

Cassia nodded, breathless, as Kris reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one fluid motion. Her bra followed quickly, leaving her completely bare beneath the dappled sunlight filtering through the trees. The soft forest breeze caressed her skin, raising goosebumps across her exposed flesh.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Kris whispered, his voice thick with emotion. His hands cupped her breasts reverently, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened beneath his touch.

Cassia reached for him, drawing him closer until their bodies pressed together, skin to skin. The heat of him against her was intoxicating, his hard planes against her soft curves creating a delicious friction that made her gasp.

“I need you inside me,” she murmured against his lips. “Now, Kris.”

With surprising gentleness for a man of his size, Kris lifted her, his powerful hands gripping her thighs as he guided her legs around his waist. The rough bark of the tree supported her back as he positioned himself at her entrance, pausing to meet her gaze.

He slid into her impossibly slowly. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her in the most exquisite way. Her head fell back against the tree as she gasped, overwhelmed by the sensation of completeness that washed over her.

“Look at me,” Kris commanded softly, his voice a rough whisper. “I want to see your eyes when I make love to you.”

Cassia obeyed, lifting her gaze to meet his. In that moment, she felt the connection between them—primal, unbreakable, destined. This wasn’t just physical; it was a claiming, a bonding that went deeper than flesh.

He began to move, each thrust deliberate and measured. The sounds of the forest faded away until all Cassia could hear was their mingled breathing, the soft sounds of pleasure escaping her lips, and Kris’s occasional growl of approval when she tightened around him.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured against her neck, his breath hot against her skin. “So perfect for me. My mate.”

Those wordsmy matesent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. She’d never dreamed this kind of relationship was real, and certainly not for her.

But here he was.

As he thrust into her, she explored his body, touching, stroking, teasing, and learning what he liked. When she sucked his earlobe, he thrust deeper. When she raked her nails down his back, his pace quickened. When she reached between them to touch where they were joined, he growled again, a sound so primal and possessive it sent fresh waves of desire coursing through her.

She was not the only one who liked to explore. Kris changed the angle of his hips, finding a new spot inside her that made her gasp and clutch at his shoulders. With a smile of devilish satisfaction, he lowered his head, cupped her breast in his hand, and sucked the hardened nipple into his mouth.

Cassia bit down on his shoulder to stop herself from crying out as he swirled his tongue around her sensitive peak. The dual sensations of his mouth on her breast and his hardness filling her completely were almost too much to bear.

Their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm now, as if they’d been lovers for years. Each thrust brought her closer to the edge, the coil of pleasure tightening low in her belly. Kris seemed to sense it, his movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. The tension that had been building inside her shattered, and Cassia cried out as pleasure crashed through her in powerful waves. Her inner muscles clenched around him rhythmically, drawing him deeper.

Kris followed her over the edge moments later, burying his face in her neck as he growled her name. She felt the hot pulse of his release inside her, binding them together in the most intimate way possible.

For several long moments, they remained joined, their ragged breathing gradually slowing as they held each other. She didn’t want this moment to end.

Didn’t want to lose this feeling of closeness. As if she were part of something bigger than herself.

“Are you okay?” he murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and lowered her feet to the ground.

“Yes,” she whispered, althoughokaydid not begin to describe how she felt. She had been claimed in the most primal way, and she felt…transformed.

Her body was still humming with the aftermath of their lovemaking, her skin hypersensitive where it touched his. With trembling hands, she cupped his face and pressed her lips to his.

“Are you sure?” he whispered as he brushed a stray tear from her cheek.

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