Page 14 of Bearly Mated

Almostsacred.

I felt his canines lengthen in his mouth, and ground against him a little harder.

“You going to bite me?” I asked.

“Eventually.” He dragged his front teeth lightly over my lip, and his hands moved slowly over my ribs. “You feel so damn good.”

“Your hands are still on mystomach, Hud.”

“It’s a sexy stomach.” He slid his palms back down before they dragged to my breasts, touching me lightly over the lace of my bra. “And these… fuck.” He squeezed again, still too lightly.

If he really hadn’t been with anyone, he didn’t know how to touch me.

And I liked the advantage that gave me.

For once in our relationship, I had the power.

“Take my shirt off,” I said.

He grabbed the hem of the fabric and slowly peeled it over my head.

His eyes moved over the swell of my breasts, his gaze hot and heavy as his hands found my chest again. His thumbs dragged against my nipples slowly, over my bra. “Fuck.”

“You said that already.” I reached behind my back, unbuckling the red lace fabric. When the straps fell loose, he eased them down my arms, freeing my tits entirely.

“Tell me I can taste them.”

“You can taste any part of me you want.”

The growl that followed my words was low and savage. My back hit the couch cushions a moment later, and his massive bodywas positioned over me, his tongue on one of my nipples and his hand on the other.

He tasted.

Sucked.

Nibbled.

Worshipped.

I was panting when he finally licked his way down my abdomen and to the waistband of my leggings. He peeled them to my thighs, meeting my gaze for a second before he pulled them the rest of the way off.

His chest rumbled as I opened my legs, letting him take in the sight of my core, barely hidden by the gray lace panties I had on. Though I didownmatching sets of underwear, I never bothered to actually match them.

“Fuck, Cal.” His words were low, almost feral, as he dragged his fingers over the front of my panties.

“You already said that,” I repeated again.

“You’re going to hear it a lot.” He grabbed the top hem of my panties and tugged them downward. I arched my back, and he tore them away completely.

His eyes moved over me slowly.

Hungrily.

He couldn’t have faked the lust in his eyes if he tried.

Lowering his face to my center, he slowly opened my folds with his fingers. His thumb moved lightly over my clit, and his voicestrained. “You’re so wet, I could come from the scent of you alone.”

A heartbeat later, his tongue was on my clit.

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