Page 46 of The Bear's Perfect Mate
In answer, Sophie took his hand and led him to a patch of soft grass bathed in the golden light of sunset. With her eyes lockedon his, she reached for the thin straps of her summer dress and slowly slid them off her shoulders. The fabric whispered down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of floral cotton.
Nero’s gaze traveled over her, reverent and hungry all at once. “You’re exquisite,” he murmured, stepping closer.
His hands skimmed her sides, then moved to cup her breasts through the delicate lace of her bra. Sophie arched into his touch, a soft sound escaping her throat. With gentle fingers, he traced the edge of the lace, then pulled one cup down, exposing her breast to the cool evening air.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, before lowering his head to capture her nipple between his lips.
Sophie gasped, her hands threading through his hair as heat surged through her body. His tongue teased the sensitive peak while his hand cupped her other breast, and he rubbed his thumb over her nipple. Every sensation seemed amplified, her body hypersensitive to his touch.
Gently, Nero guided her down onto the soft grass, his body following hers. He took his time removing the rest of her clothing, his touch reverent as he explored every newly revealed inch of skin. When she lay completely naked before him, he paused to drink in the sight.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.
Sophie reached for him, tugging at his shirt. “Your turn.”
He smiled and obliged, quickly stripping off his clothing until he was as naked as she was. Sophie’s breath caught at the sight of him, all lean muscle and golden skin, powerful and undeniably aroused.
Nero lowered himself beside her, his hands resuming their exploration of her body. He kissed her deeply, then began a slowjourney downward—lips trailing across her jaw, her throat, the valley between her breasts. Each kiss was deliberate, worshipful, as if he were mapping territory he intended to claim forever.
And she wanted to be claimed. To be his for eternity.
When he reached her stomach, his hands gently parted her thighs. Sophie trembled with anticipation, her body already aching for him.
The first touch of his mouth against her most intimate place drew a cry from her lips. He was gentle at first, learning her body’s responses, then increasingly bold as he discovered what made her gasp and arch beneath him. His hands steadied her hips as he worked, his tongue and lips bringing her to heights of pleasure she’d never experienced.
“Nero,” she moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair, her inner walls tightening as her orgasm raced toward her.
He responded by intensifying his efforts, one hand sliding up to caress her breast while his mouth continued its exquisite torment. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Sophie felt herself spiraling upward, every muscle tensing as pleasure built to an impossible peak.
When it broke, she cried out his name, her body shuddering with waves of ecstasy that seemed to go on forever. Nero did not relent. Not until she lay breathless and spent beneath him.
Before she could recover, he was moving up her body, his expression a mixture of tenderness and barely restrained desire. Sophie reached for him, needing him closer, needing to feel him inside her.
“I need you,” she whispered, wrapping her legs around his hips.
Nero positioned himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. “You’re my mate,” he said softly. “My everything.”
Then he thrust inside her, filling her completely, and Sophie gasped at the perfect rightness of it.
It was as if they were those first primal people to settle these mountains. Making love under the stars as they built a home, a sanctuary, together.
His hands were everywhere, stroking her face, caressing her breasts, gripping her hips to pull her closer with each thrust.
Sophie matched his movements, her hands exploring the strong planes of his back, the powerful muscles of his shoulders. She felt claimed and cherished all at once, her body thrumming with pleasure that built again with every movement.
“Sophie,” Nero groaned, his rhythm faltering as his control slipped.
She wanted him to let go. To feel his essence inside her as her own release approached once more.
His movements became more urgent, more primal, and Sophie’s inner muscles clenched around him as her second orgasm took her. She dug her nails into his back as she cried out his name.
With a final powerful thrust, Nero followed her over the edge, his body shuddering as he filled her with his seed. The sensation of his release triggered another wave of pleasure through Sophie’s body, leaving them both gasping and clinging to each other in the aftermath. She rested her head against his chest and listened to the steady beat of his heart.
“Are you okay?” he asked finally, raising himself slightly to look into her eyes.
Sophie smiled, feeling a profound peace settle over her. “More than okay.”
Nero carefully rolled to his side, bringing her with him so they remained connected. His hand stroked her hair back from her face. His expression was one of wonder and intense devotion.
