Page 32 of Her UnBearable Protector

“I want you to come to bed, Salvatore. Show me what I almost lost tonight.” He saw her take in a breath that drew his eyes to her full breasts. “Show me what I have to live for.”

He couldn’t resist her.

He knew he never would.

He crawled up onto the bed, using the opportunity to brush his bare skin against hers as much as he could. His arm against the side of her breast, his thigh slipping between her legs, the heavy caress of his erection against her hip. He heard a soft moan pass her lips as he leaned down and breathed in her plea.

“Please,” she wrapped her arms around his chest, sliding her calf over the back of his knee, drawing him closer to her heat, “love me.”

“Closer,” his lips traveled along her jaw before pressing against the sensitive skin under her ear, “I need you closer.”

Natale dug her fingers into his back, her leg lifting higher, until her knee pressed against the taut curve of his backside. “Is that better?” She didn’t even wait for him to answer. “Because it’s not close enough for me.”

He drew his hand up from the bed and over her hip and down between her legs. She rolled her hips toward him, pressing into his palm.

Natale must have heard the question in his head, shaking her head from side to side. “Not close enough.”

“Then I’ll need to get closer still.” Salvatore smiled and he knew that the way his lips pulled back from his teeth, it was nearly a feral grin, felt the prick of his fangs against the inside of his lip. The blood that touched his tongue only made him hungrier, for her.

Leaning down, his lips closed over the base of her neck where it met her shoulder, his tongue swirling over the tender skin there. “One day, Natale,” he felt her body tense against his, shivering at the heavy sweep of his tongue, “when you decide that you’re mine, forever,” he drew a fang over her flesh and heard her breathless sigh reach his ears, “I’m going to mark you here.”

“Yes,” she turned her head to give him more access to her skin, “yes.”

“But for now,” he growled against her shoulder, his lips moving lower inch by inch, “I’m going to enjoy learning what makes you tremble.”

He brushed his cheek against the side of her breast, turning his head slowly to tease her skin with the crisp brush of his beard. Her back arched as his lips parted, and when she gasped in a breath his lips closed gently over her nipple.

“More,” she swallowed and he felt the movement shiver through her body, “that and more, please.”

He smiled and laved his tongue over the plump flesh in his mouth.

She grabbed at the back of his head, holding him tight to her breast, her other hand scored lines on his back.

Salvatore continued his loving attention to her body, tasting the sensitive valley between her breasts before closing over the other peak. When he tasted her skin, his bear roared in frustration, wanting to end their wait as soon as they could. He fought the beast back, determined that Natale would be the one to decide when he would finally find his release.

The bear sank its claws into their bond, shooting pain through his body, but Salvatore didn’t waver. He wanted his mate happy and he was going to take her over first. And to that end, he drew her deeper into his mouth and rolled his tongue against her nipple, lightly sinking his teeth into the sweet curve of her breast as he parted her curls with his fingertips.

Natale’s shoulders lifted off the bed, her hands tightening on him, digging into his skin.

He moved his fingers against her tender flesh and felt her heat coat his skin. “Close enough?” He wanted to wait for an answer, but he knew what it would be.

His finger slid into her warmth, pressing against her soft inner-walls. She arched against his hand, a cry tearing free from her lips. It felt like she was struggling to free herself at the same time she was trying to pull him deeper into her body.

“Yes,” she sobbed, “no.”

He lifted his head, his body going still in a heartbeat. “Natale?”

It took her a moment to slow her breath, to open her eyes, but when she did, she easily focused on his face and he saw frustration written plainly on her face. “Why did you stop?”

“I had to,” he struggled to put his thoughts into words, “you said no.”

Her eyes closed for a moment, her lips pressing together into a thin pale line as she pondered something. When they opened again, they flashed with a sharp emotion. “I meant,” she groaned, “that you weren’t close enough. Not nearly close enough.”

Before he could say a word, she shifted slightly beneath him and reached into the nightstand beside her bed. Natale lifted her hand up until it was just a few inches from his nose and peeled her fingers back. Spread on her palm was a trio of foil-wrapped condoms.

He felt his bear bristle with anticipation, hunkering down for the challenge ahead. Salvatore met her eyes with a hungry growl in his voice. “Three?”

Her eyes darkened as she rubbed her body against his, creating the most delicious friction between them. “I have more,” she darted a glance at the drawer.

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