Page 51 of Goldie and Her Bears (Dirty Paranormal Fairytale Haremlan 3)

“I’m giving in,” he said, voice calmer than I had ever heard. His dark brown eyes searched mine.

I realized he was telling me the truth. But none of it made any lick of sense.

“You’re what?” I asked.

He smirked. “You heard exactly what I said.”

“Yeah, well you’re going to have to do better than that,” I said, holding firm to my demand for an explanation.

“You’re so stupid,” he said, voice low while shaking his head.

“Without insulting me,” I added. I was wrapped in confusion. It was hard to tell what he was really doing. Was this a joke to him? Or was this really his way of so-called surrendering?

“Fine,” he said and rested his forehead against mine. “I had fought these feelings for so long. I even believed you were a witch having cast an enchantment that only I could fight.

“Oh, I remember,” I muttered. I never understood why he accused me of such things. I supposed it didn’t matter now.

He chuckled under his breath. “But seeing you naked and unafraid in front of me pushed me over the edge. I can’t fight these feelings anymore.”

Confusion hit me a little harder. “But I thought you hated me.”

“I didn’t hate you, just what you did to me. To Chase and to Jasper. I just wanted to push you away and keep myself distant because I never had any luck with women.”

“Oh gee, I wonder why that is,” I said with sarcasm filling my words.

He looked me in my eyes. A shadow crossed in front of them, darkening their shade. “Accidents happen, Cassie. Deadly ones. Especially around me.”

“You’re right,” I said.

His eyebrows drew closer together as he searched my eyes for a reason for my statement.

“I’m not afraid of you,” I said. It wasn’t necessarily true. I had moments when I was completely terrified of him. But standing pressed against his body, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

His erection pressed against my belly, and I only cared about one thing. The consequences of which I would deal with later. So, I kissed him.

He sucked in a breath and twirled me around, pressing my back against the cold wall. His hands gripped the back of my thighs as he lifted me up, settling my legs around his waist. His erection pressed into my entrance, and I moaned as he pushed against me, stopped only by the fabric of his jeans. Somehow, he managed to undo them and slid them off of his waist, freeing his erection while keeping me pinned to the wall. The tip of his dick instantly slid inside my slick, wet pussy.

I gasped as he filled me, stretching me to suit his size. His mouth buried into my neck, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders while he plowed into me. Pushing me closer to climax. He growled and nipped at my skin, and I grunted with each forceful push into me. I gasped for air as he squished me against the wall.

This was primal, wild, and extremely rough.

And I loved every second of it.

But once my climax reached its peak, I buried my face into his long blond hair and cried out my pleasure. He slowed down a little, slipped his arms around me, and bounced me on his dick, rubbing my clit against his groin, deepening the pleasure. My cries grew louder.

“That’s more like it,” he growled.

I dug my fingers into his back, sinking my nails into his skin as waves of pleasure washed over me. Once my orgasm faded, I tried to catch my breath.

“I’m not done with you yet.” His words sent chills through my body.

The world tilted, and I clung to him as he lowered himself to his knees, laying my back on the rug covering the cold, tile floor. All without pulling out of me. Once he was situated to his liking, he continued to roughly slam into my sex.

His teeth were sharp as he raked them along the sensitive skin of my neck. And his hair eased the sharpness as it tickled my shoulder with his movements. Rough hands gripped my breasts. I arched my back against the continuous waves of pleasure that washed over me.

Once my pleasure faded, he pulled out of me and stood. My eyes drifted from his gaze to his hand, and then to his massive erection before returning to his hand. I slid my fingers along his palm, and he helped me up from the floor. From there, he unlocked and opened the door, peeking down the hall. Satisfied by whatever filled his vision, he opened the door fully before turning toward me, sliding his arms around me. He then picked me up and carried me to his room, plopping me on his bed.

“We’re going to be here for a while, so get comfortable,” he said.

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