Page 39 of Holly's Grizzly

Holly comes with a strangled sob on her lips and her head thrown back, her whole body stretched and arched and straining with the power of her release. She cries my name, and I’ve never heard a sound so sweet.

While she’s still trembling with the last aftershocks of her climax, I wrap my arms around her and shift her off me. I ease her down to the soft nest of blankets and pillows so she’s laying on her belly. Moving behind her, I take her hips and pull them up and back, drawing her to her knees. Her face is still down,buried in the pillows, and I lean all the way over her to murmur into her ear.

“Is this alright?”

She nods, and I stroke a hand down her back. “I’m going to need the words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” she groans. “Yes, Irving. If you don’t get the fuck back inside me, I’m going to—”

Her words cut off on a broken cry as I line my cock up and thrust deep, sheathing myself in one stroke.

Buried in her incredible warmth, leaning over her and pressing myself close so I can feel all of her against me, I stay that way for a few long moments. I breathe through my threatening orgasm, not wanting it to be over so soon, and let Holly adjust to the new position.

She wriggles her hips and moans softly as she finds where she’s comfortable, and it’s not long before she’s shifting restlessly against me, trying to move herself on my cock.

I take her hips in a firm grip and pull back before thrusting deep once more. It’s good, so fucking good,toofucking good, and after a minute or two I lose whatever scraps of control I was still holding onto.

I catch her chin in a rough grip and turn her face toward mine, devouring the gasp from her lips as I claim her mouth.

It’s too much, the taste of her pleasure, the feel of her beneath me, the grip of her body and the eager press of her hips as she demands more.

I come with a low groan against her lips. I thrust deep and empty myself into her until it feels like there’s nothing left of me she doesn’t own.

All of it, everything I am, belongs to her in this moment.

It might just be the orgasm talking, but somewhere deep in the furthest, deepest, most primal and instinctual parts of my brain, my grizzly roars his agreement.

Hers.

Hers to claim, hers to keep.

She’s all I ever wanted. All I’ll ever want.

The intensity of that last thought draws me up short. It makes me wonder if I can trust myself.

I probably can’t. Not where she’s concerned.

I can’t trust myself to be anything but desperate and greedy when it comes to Holly. And all that desperation, all that greed, whispers temptation into my mind. It weaves impossible wants and bright, sunshine futures and other pretty fantasies I can’t look at too closely.

It’s only going to leave me heartbroken if I do.

Though, at this point, maybe that’s inevitable.

With a bit of gentle prodding and encouragement, Holly and I both take our turns to clean up in the upstairs bathroom before coming back to bed.

Holly shivers a little as she curls up against me.

The air is cooler now than when we came up to bed, and I shift to get up, intending to go back down and build the fire up, but I barely make it an inch before she’s draped over me again.

“Stay,” she grumbles, already half-asleep and adorably disgruntled.

“I’m just going downstairs to add some logs to the—”

“Uh-uh,” she says, resolutely not letting me leave.

And… oh, well.

I can keep her warm enough.

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