Page 24 of Protected By The Polar Bear

“Tomorrow,” she promises, and I nod.

“Fine. Tomorrow.”

I set her down on the bed and then come down over her. I kiss her before she can protest or ask how my shoulder is. I don’t want her worrying about me right now, especially because I’m fine. I want her to feel nothing but lust and passion.

I slip my tongue into her mouth and groan as I taste her. She tastes like mangoes, her favorite fruit. She eats them all the time and it’s driving me crazy. Now every time I see a mango, all I can think about is kissing my mate.

My polar bear growls, and I take a deep breath. He licks his lips, and I smile. We can smell her arousal, and I kiss her harder as I start to pull at her clothes.

“I’ve missed licking that sweet pussy,” I tell her as I strip the last of her clothes away.

She blushes, and my polar bear goes wild. We love seeing her look so sweet and innocent right before we have our way with her.

“Have you missed me licking it too?” I ask her, and her face turns even redder, but she nods.

“It’s aches,” she whispers, and I want to devour her.

“I’ll fix that,” I promise her as I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed.

She squeaks as I drop to my knees before her, but I can see the lust in those remarkable cinnamon-brown eyes.

“I love you, Tessa. Always,” I vow, and she smiles.

“I love you too.”

I kiss the inside of her thigh and trail kisses up to her dripping pussy.

“I see that you made a mess for me,” I growl, and her hands fist the sheets under her.

“Ash…” she starts, but I bury my face between her legs before she can finish that thought.

I moan as her flavor explodes across my tongue. She tastes so sweet, and my polar bear growls at me to get every drop. As if I would waste any.

Her thighs are starting to shake, and I know that she’s close. I lick over her clit, pushing one finger and then two inside of her snug channel.

“Oh, oh, oh!” She chants, and I flick my tongue over her clit.

Her orgasm crashes into her, and I lick her through the storm.

“Your turn?” She asks shyly, and I swear that I almost come right then and there.

“Not right now. I need you too bad.”

She pouts, and I groan.

“I promise that you can do anything that you want to me after, mate. Right now, I just need to be inside of you.”

“You would be. You’d be inside my mouth,” she protests, and I growl.

“Fuck, Tessa. After,” I say, and she stares up at me longingly.

Don’t deny our mate! My polar bear snarls at me, and I grit my teeth.

“One lick,” I tell her, and she grins.

She pushes on my shoulders, and I roll over onto my back. She looks so happy as she settles between my legs. Her hands run up my inner thighs, and I tighten my hands into fists. She looks like an angel as she wraps her hands around my length and gives a few testing strokes.

“Tessa,” I plead, and she smiles a second before she leans forward and wraps those bee-stung lips around my cock.

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