Page 15 of Honey for the Bear

Cameron’s hands move to his own pants, undoing them with a swift motion.He steps out of them, standing before me completely naked, his arousal evident and impressive.I can’t help but stare, my mouth going dry at the sight of him.He’s large, both in height and in girth, and I feel a shiver of anticipation run through me at the thought of him inside me.

He lifts me again, my legs wrapping around his waist as he presses me back against the wall.I feel the head of his cock teasing my entrance, the heat of him against my sensitive flesh.

“Are you ready for me?”he asks, his voice rough with desire.

“Yes,” I moan, looking into his eyes with need-filled desperation.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, he enters me, filling me completely.I cry out, the sensation of him stretching me, claiming me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.He’s large, and the feeling of being so completely filled by him is almost overwhelming.

Cameron begins to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, allowing me to adjust to his size.But as my body relaxes around him, he begins to pick up the pace, his hips snapping against mine with a force that leaves me gasping.

I feel an orgasm building, the pressure coiling tightly in my belly.Cameron’s hand finds my clit, his fingers working me in time with his thrusts and driving me higher and higher.

“Come for me,” he growls, his own release imminent.

With a cry, I shatter around him, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave.I feel him follow me over the edge, his own release filling me as he growls my name.

But Cameron isn’t done with me yet.He pulls out of me, setting me on my feet before turning me around and bending me over the back of the sofa.I feel his hands on my hips, positioning me just how he wants me.

He enters me again, the new angle allowing him to penetrate me even deeper.I gasp at the sensation, my fingers gripping the sofa cushions as he begins to move.

Cameron’s thrusts are harder now, more urgent, and I feel another climax building within me.The room is filled with the sounds of our passion, the slap of skin against skin, the moans and gasps that escape my lips.

I look back at him over my shoulder, watching as he takes me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless.His eyes are locked on mine, filled with a heat and desire that mirrors my own.

“Cameron,” I gasp, my hips pushing back against him, seeking more of the delicious pleasure he’s giving me.

With a final, deep thrust, I shatter once more, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that leaves me trembling.I feel Cameron follow me over the edge, his release filling me as he growls my name.

We collapse together on the sofa, our bodies slick with sweat and the evidence of our passion.Cameron pulls me into his arms, holding me close as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

“And you’re mine,” I reply, snuggling closer to him.

We lie there, tangled together in the warm glow of the setting sun, the world outside forgotten.Cameron’s fingers run through my hair, his touch gentle and soothing.I rest my head on his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat and feeling completely at peace.

But even as my eyes drift closed, I can’t shake the feeling that Cameron is still holding something back.A tension in his body, a slight hesitation in his touch, speaks of secrets untold.

As the night wears on, I fall into a deep sleep, lulled by the warmth of Cameron’s embrace.But when I wake the next morning to find the space beside me empty, my heart sinks.

Chapter 8

Cameron

Irun,dammit.

The second I leave her farmhouse, I shift mid-stride, my body rippling and twisting as the bear takes over.The burn of the transformation is familiar, almost comforting, but tonight it feels different.Tonight, it feels like punishment.

My paws slam against the earth as I tear through the woods, the cool night air rushing past me.The trees blur, dark shapes streaking by, but I can’t stop.I can’t think.If I think, I’ll break.

Her scent clings to me, sweet and maddening, a mix of honey and wildflowers that I can’t escape no matter how far I run.It’s in my lungs, in my blood, and every time I breathe, it pulls me back to her.

To her touch.

To her voice.

To the way she looked at me, soft and open, like I was something good.Like I was someone worth loving.

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