Page 46 of Their UnBearable Destiny

Do you mean it?

Had she pushed him too far this time?

Well, she decided, she was just going to have to show him what she meant.

Lifting her right hand, she lifted it across her body and traced the faint mark at the base of her neck, riding high on the warm tan of her skin. She watched his eyes follow her fingers, saw the warm brown of his irises fade into the black of his bear, and she could feel the heavy pull of her own bear rushing into her gaze.

“I wear your mark, mia anima.” She bit into the flesh of her bottom lip as she watched him breathe. “I want to know if you’ll wear mine.”

If it was possible that hunger itself had a force and form of its own, she felt it in that moment. It rose from his body, less than a foot away and passed through her like a wall of electricity. The sensation hummed through her, anticipation rushing along with need, met somewhere in the middle and made her whole body tremble with excitement.

“Will you?”

His skin flushed from head to toe as his eyes met hers. She read so much in his midnight eyes and scented his arousal like spice in the air. Ana knew what he was going to say before he gave voice to his thoughts, but she needed to hear him say the words.

Uberto reached out with his right hand and took hold of her left. He brought her hand to his mouth and nipped his teeth at the tip of a finger. “You already know the answer, Ana. I am yours.” He pressed a kiss to the same finger, then tugged it between his lips.

She tugged it away and looked down at him with hunger in her eyes. She’d wanted him for years on her own terms. She’d pushed him away and then when he’d come to her again, she’d taken what he’d freely offered, but the whole time she’d kept her walls up.

And now she’d put herself out on a limb, asked for him for what she’d wanted deep down inside. She wanted to know that he was ready to put as much into their relationship as she was, and here was his answer.

She straddledhis hips and leaned over, him her palms flat in the grass on either side of his ribs. Leaning down, she came within an inch of kissing his lips and then pulled away, brushing a kiss on his chin. The stubble she felt tickled her and the laugh that followed had her gasping in a surprise as her nipples brushed against the hard plane of his chest.

Another kiss, this one along his jaw, had him tensing beneath her as her nipples hardened from the sensual contact with his body. Moving closer, she nipped her teeth at the soft curve of his earlobe and heard the rough exhale of breath from his lungs before a soft inhale that sounded almost like a moan.

She straightened her arms a bit and looked down into his face.

“What’s the matter, ‘Berto?”

She shifted her hips and felt the hard rise of his cock against her thigh.

“Nothing’s the ma- yes.” His eyes closed for a moment and then snapped open when she drew her thighs closer together, coaxing his erection closer to the center of her heat. “You’re trying to kill me, Ana?”

“Where’s the fun in that, ‘Berto.” She felt her hair tumble around her shoulders and she smiled at him, feeling every inch a conquering queen as she looked down at her mate, sprawled in the shadows of the garden. “I’d much rather keep you around for a long, long time. Torturing you is even more fun for me.”

“If I didn’t love you so much-”

He cut short his growl as she touched her fingertips to his chest.

“Yes?”

He dragged his eyes up from her fingers and she felt his gaze like a physical touch over her body. From the silken curls at the apex of her thighs, to the sweet curve of her belly, and up to the full globes of her breasts, peaked with tight dusky nipples. His gaze left tremors in its wake. When his eyes settled on her lips, she lifted a hand to touch her lips, trying to hold onto the sensation.

Uberto’s eyes had gone dark and still she could see a fire burning deep within them. “If you love me, Ana,” his tone was rough, but she heard his plea at the center of it, “take what you want from me. Give me your mark. I want the world to know,” he hissed in a breath when she bit at the tip of her own finger, rubbing her tongue against her skin, “that I’m yours. Only yours.”

She lowered her hand and set the tip of her finger on his chest, right over his heart.

His body arched up beneath her as if her finger had touched a livewire within him.

When he came back down, he was panting, his head lolling to the side to expose his neck to her. “Please, Ana. Being this close to you, feeling your skin against mine… feeling how wet you are for me,” his throat worked as he swallowed and she loved watching his Adam’s Apple bob under his taut, tanned flesh, “please.”

Her mouth was watering for his taste. Her bear roared within her, unwilling to wait any longer for what was theirs.

And so, she took it. She kissed him. Hungry, open-mouthed, drinking from his lips. She took his breath and gave him hers in return.

She could feel his hesitation, felt the tremors through her skin. She took one of his wrists in her hand, lifting it until his hand was cupped around her hip. Emiliana pulled her lips from his for a moment. “Touch me, ‘Berto.”

He didn’t need any help figuring out what to do with his other hand. He knew just how to touch her to, knew just how hard or soft to stroke her flesh and make her shake.

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