Page 21 of Bearly Breathing

She didn’t know it yet, but he had no intention of leaving her anywhere. She was his. For good. He just had to convince her of that.

“Baby, I want to do this right. Will you let me?” he nibbled her ear and kissed her jaw, nearly forgetting his decision to slow it down a bit when she moaned.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned. Maybe he could leave her with something more. It might just kill him, but what better way to go?

He pressed his mouth over hers, walking her backwards to the wall. Marcus growled, delving his tongue inside her hot mouth as his hands found her again under the skirt of her dress.

The little scrap of silk she wore did nothing to disguise her heat. He gripped the fabric and tugged, tearing it from her lush body.

Fuck yes. She was wet and hot. Needy for him. Only me. Mine. He slipped his fingers over her lips, parting them. He traced her moist softness, swallowing her moans as she whimpered and turned boneless in his arms.

Leya gasped as he slipped on digit inside her tight heat and stroked slowly. Oh fuck. He circled her swollen bud causing her to grind against his hand.

She moaned, and he increased his pace, fucking her with one finger while toying with her swollen clit with the other. In and out, swirl and tug, again and again until he felt her shiver and grip his neck in a tight embrace.

Her back arched and she cried out. Marcus growled, his cock instantly hardening, responding to her soft cries. His fingertips itched as his bear pushed to release his claws.

Biting wasn’t the only way Werebears claimed their mate. No, they scratched, bit, fucked, coating their mates in their scents. It was primal and instinctive. His Bear wanted nothing more than to mark her. MINE!

His entire body thrummed with desire. His human side fought his Bear to remain in control. Fur can’t bring her pleasure, he reasoned with the Beast. The Bear was only too happy to let his human half see to her needs. He just wanted to claim her already. A sentiment the man echoed.

Marcus nearly caved in to the demands when her soft hands gripped his wrist, urging him on. He shook like a boy, almost breaking the promise he made to himself. He wanted to plunge right into her moist heat, barely stopping in time.

This is for her. All for her. And it was worth every bit of torture as her breathing grew frantic and her cries more desperate. He felt the instant she shattered beneath him and his Bear roared in triumph! Pleased to give his mate such pleasure.

“Marcus,” she moaned, and he let her ride out her orgasm. Promising himself there would be more soon. Very soon.

He slowed the kiss. Coaxing her shivering body back down to Earth with soft, soothing touches. The scent of her musk mixed with his scent filled his nostrils. So fucking good. Grrr.

“But you didn’t?” She was gasping for breath, confusion marring her azure gaze.

Marcus kissed her softly, savoring her flavor on his lips. She was perfect for him.

“Baby, that was all for you.”

“Marcus, I told you, I’m ready-”

“Sweet, you have no idea how difficult it is for me to walk out that door,” he started.

“Then don’t, stay with me,” she pushed into him. Her soft body tempting him beyond reason.

“Leya, I promise, we’re going to do this together, sweet. Just let me set the pace, you won’t regret it.”

“How can I after what you just showed me? Never before, Marcus,” she looked down and bit her lip.

“Was that your first time, baby?” he whispered in reverence.

“No man has ever made me feel like that,” a blush crept across her cheeks, but he’d be damned if she was gonna be embarrassed.

“You’re a treasure, love.”

“You mean you’re not, turned off by that?”

“No fucking way. If the assholes who knew you were too selfish to see to your needs, they never deserved you. I’m so honored, baby, you picked me. Thank you so much for giving me this here and now. I promise you, this is just the beginning.”

“Are you sure I can’t?”

“Not tonight, sweet. Trust me.”

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