Page 31 of Bearly Breathing

“Let me, baby,” his voice echoed through his body. More Bear than man, he had to will his skin to stay put as he, oh-so-gently, peeled the lacy fabric from her glorious skin.

Better than any Christmas or birthday present. Those were always too hastily unwrapped to be really appreciated. Yes, this was something to be savored. For his mate, he would not rush. He’d go slow. Even if it killed him.

His blood thrummed in his veins, heart pounding as, inch by inch, he revealed her gorgeous form. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. She was suntanned from their day on the beach. A lovely shade of gold, like honey. Grrr. His Bear growled as he tested her softness beneath his searching hands.

She arched her back in silent submission. Her eyes grew heavy-lidded with desire. The scent of her arousal made his mouth water. He couldn’t wait any longer. Marcus bent his head.

He took one plump nipple in his mouth while pinching the other with his fingers as he tasted her. Sweet as honey. And mine. Roarrr. She shivered in his arms and moaned his name, her hands tugging his long hair, pressing him closer to her sweet flesh.

She tasted so fucking good. He burned for her. Finally, he had her in his arms. Joy and possession welled up inside of him. His lips left her breast to find her mouth. Their kiss was deep and passionate. Tongues tangled, teeth nipped, and hands roamed. Honey and lavender, sweetness and spice. His Leya was all woman, more than a handful for the mighty Bear.

He fucking loved it. She pressed herself against him, hips swaying as she moaned her delight in the feel of skin against skin. Her boldness and the innocence that lurked underneath made his dick swell and throb against her soft belly.

Fuck. If she kept that up, he was gonna come all over her. His Bear rumbled as her sweet musk filled his nostrils. Mate.

“Finally, my sweet Leya,” his lips found her neck and he nipped her none too gently.

“Marcus,” she moaned, “I think I’m ready.”

“For what, baby?”

“To see what all the fuss was about.”

His whole body seemed to vibrate at the depth of passion in her gaze. He lowered her onto the sleeping bag and loomed over her. He was determined to give her everything she wanted, but first, he needed to taste all of her.

“And I’m gonna show you, baby, but the Bear wants a taste first.”

Her eyes widened with questions, but he let his body do the talking. His hands traced the curve of her arm up to her bare shoulders, his mouth followed, dropping kisses along her sun-kissed skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight.

Marcus forced himself to blink just to make sure she was real. She looked like an angel and smelled like heaven. Tupelo honey and lavender. Her scent filled his nostrils. He caught her flower petal soft lips with his, then took them between his teeth and nibbled delicately.

His mate was a virgin, fresh and untouched. His. She clung to him sweetly with her mouth opening slowly for his tongue, answering his need with her own. She was ripe and ready for him.

Her entire body seemed to vibrate beneath him. She moaned low in her throat, and if possible, he grew even harder at the raw sound. Mine.

His open mouth pressed kisses down the crevice between her breasts. He’d be back later to properly indulge himself with the sweet mounds, but for now, he had other places to tease and taste. Marcus needed her hunger to match his own before he took her.

His hands roamed over her luscious curves. Leya was a fucking goddess without her clothes. Big enough to fill even his hands and sweet as the honey his Bear craved.

Her passion was a delightful surprise. She met him kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Never shying away from him. No, his mate dove right in, submitting to him, but not leaving him in charge. Her nails scratched at his back, lips and teeth nipped his skin, hands cupped his ass. She was eager and responsive. A hot-blooded siren in his hands.

Marcus wanted to make everything so fucking perfect for her. She pulled on his hair, but he didn’t mind as he knelt between the open v of her legs and moved the naughty little piece of lace that barely covered her to one side.

She bucked under his exploring fingers. He used his hands to part her lips, the cropped curls teased his skin and he groaned aloud when his tongue snaked out to steal a taste.

Leya moaned in response. Her hips jerked as he lapped at her warm, throbbing center. Unsatisfied with his access, he tugged on the lacy panties she wore. The fabric tore right off her supple body with a sound that sent tremors through him.

He pushed forward, causing her to spread her legs wider. Oh, I fucking like that. He lifted her left thigh and draped it over his shoulder digging his fingers into the soft flesh at her hips.

Mine. Roarrr. He thrust his tongue into her tight hole, growling when her muscles clenched. He could almost imaging how she would feel surrounding his dick. She was so hot and tight. It was going to be amazing.

Fuck yeah. But she had to come first. Yes, Marcus needed that very much. He swirled his tongue around her quivering bundle of nerves. Long kisses, deep licks, and a few pulls on her tiny bud with his lips had her calling out his name.

His Leya tried to buck him off, but he held her in place with his hands and stroked her from ass to clit with his long tongue. She tasted like ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough of her. He felt the second she reached her pinnacle, her pussy clenched and spasmed around his mouth. Her juices dripping, he lapped up every single drop. Fucking delicious.

“That’s right, baby, feel it,” he growled against her, reveling in her pleasure. Pleasure he gave her. Grrr.

Marcus watched as she slowly opened her eyes. Leya breathed with her mouth open, chest rising with each inhale, glorious breasts bouncing in the sway. So beautiful. He rose to his knees, ready to worship at the altar of his mate. Mine.

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