Page 20 of A Beary Merry Christmas

There was nothing more I could ask for. “Surprise me.”

He slit his gaze. He made it clear that I had just awoken the beast, a mischievous smirk appearing. “You get both.” Tenderly at first, he slid his fingers into my channel before lowering his head between my legs. He planted a kiss on the inside of each thigh. He looked straight at me as he dropped his lips to my apex. He took a few breaths, waiting, watching, letting my anticipation build before he darted his tongue out. No sooner had his tongue connected with my pearl than he set a ravenous pace with his fingers.

Still hypersensitive, he sent me straight to the erotic peak.

I sucked in a breath, my womb seeming to bind around itself. I felt one thrust short of splitting down the middle. The sheer force behind his touch had my curves shaking, had my muscles tensing, had me bowing and pleading. “Oh, God, babe.” I was surprised I didn’t tumble over within the first thirty seconds.

My yearning continued to climb, to strain, to reach for that invisible cliff’s edge. He pushed me further than I’d ever been pushed before. Pleasure spread briefly before it was crushed, squashed by my need.

Every inhale became sharper than the last. Every stroke seemed to punch deeper into me, hitting novel erogenous zones each time. Every sweep of his tongue over my clit, around my sensitive bundle of nerve endings, had me on the verge of shattering.

Until I shattered into a million pieces.

My vision blurred, my heart pounded, my pulse thundered, my limbs trembled, my pussy pulsated, my curves quivered as wave after wave of pleasure stunned every inch of me. I didn’t recognize my own voice. I never knew the heights of intensity my pleasure could reach. Liquid heat oozed from me as rush after rush of eroticism washed through me.

Until the room began to spin. Until I was forced to lie back flat. Until every ounce of energy I had remaining was stolen.

Blinking, he slowly came into focus. Concern creased his brow. “You okay, babe?”

I couldn’t tell if I was nodding my head or not so I replied, “Perfect.” It came out as a mumble, though.

An amused grin split his face. “I think next time we’ll stick with two.” He winked at me. Swiftly, he stole a kiss.

“Three.” This time the word was audible.

Angling back, he assessed me, his features turning down. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

The longer I lay there, the calmer my body became. I was touched by his worry, though. It proved the depths of his feelings for me, was evidence of his compassionate heart.

Reaching for him, I jerked him against me. “It’s time for you to count, handsome.” I pressed my lips to his, giving him a chaste, emphatic kiss.

He grunted. “Give me that backside and I’ll be at one in less than two minutes.”

“Okay.” Shoving at his chest, I prompted him to move, giving me space to roll over. Arching my back, I presented him with exactly what he wanted.

“Damn, babe.” He ran his hands over my large globes and around to my hips. “I’ve wanted to bend you over ever since I saw your ass in person.”

Before I could reply, he drove into me, cutting off my thoughts. He didn’t hold back. He plunged into me over and over, faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, causing pleasure to burst through me all over again, causing cries to erupt from me. He had me fisting the sheets, the pillows, anything I could grab.

Dropping onto his hands, his muscled arms framing me, his body imprisoning me in the most delicious way, he never lost his rhythm, even as he draped my hair over one shoulder. His harsh breaths tickled my ear.

Suddenly he tensed. “Oh, fuck, babe.” Pleasure and torture unified in his voice as his heat coated my channel.

I winced as a sharp pain shot through the tendon between my neck and shoulder.

Gradually coming to a halt, he peppered my back and shoulders with kisses. “I’m sorry, beautiful.”

I startled as his lips came close to his mark.

“Lay down, babe. I’ll be right back.” He kissed my head this time.

It wasn’t unbearable; I just wasn’t prepared for it. I knew it was coming. We’d talked about the claiming process before I knew he ever would claim me, but, for some reason, I didn’t think it would hurt like this. They always masked the pain in fiction.

His warmth disappeared, and I lowered flat on my stomach, breathing through each pulsing throb. If I had been thinking straight, I should have taken some ibuprofen ahead of time. A minute later, I moaned, relief spreading through my neck and shoulder as the steaming hot, wet cloth soothed the enflamed region. The puncture marks stung briefly, but mostly I felt relief. Another warm rag was pressed between my legs. “You are amazing.” I moaned, relaxing into the bed.

He kissed the outer edge of my shoulder. “You’re amazing.”

Closing my eyes, I smiled, satisfaction slithering through me, seducing me into dreamland. “I love you.” Exhaustion jumbled my thoughts, clouding my mind, weighting my limbs.

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