Page 29 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

This was what it felt like. I finally knew. Having Dante’s lips on my body was pure heaven.

I felt like I was skating along the edge of an icy precipice. I needed, fuck, I needed to come, but I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing with his mouth.

“What do you need, Honey? Tell me and you can have it.”

His deep voice rolled over me like a slow, rumbling storm, sending shivers cascading down my spine.

It wasn’t just the sound—it was the way his words covered me.

Rich and resonant, making the air feel charged, like the moment before lightning strikes.

Every syllable seemed to linger, tugging at something primal and electric inside me, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

The question hung there between us. It was real. Like a living thing. And I could see hunger dancing in the pitch black of his gaze.

Is he really asking me what I want?

The thought was almost too much to process. For so long, I’d been navigating a world where choices were made for me, or where I had to sacrifice my own needs for someone else’s.

Don’t misunderstand. I wasn’t complaining.

But when you lived in a world where your voice barely registered over the noise, it was hard to comprehend someone just handing you a choice.

But now here he was, right in front of me, offering something I wasn’t sure I knew how to handle.

Control.

The question seemed simple. But it was profound. The weight of it pressed against my chest.

The way he looked at me, his steady gaze silently promising that whatever choice I made, he’d honor it. That he wouldn’t push, wouldn’t take. That he would only ever give was more than I could hope for.

My mind raced with a mix of disbelief and vulnerability.

My heart was racing, half with excitement and half with fear.

His question was a gift in disguise. One I wasn’t sure I’d earned, but I wanted it. Desperately.

Giving me control wasn’t just an act of trust—it was an invitation, a declaration that my desires, my choices, mattered.

And for the first time in a long time, I felt a spark of something unfamiliar but thrilling.

Power.

“I want you, Dante. I want to be with you, but no biting, no claiming just yet. Can you do that?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t fair.

“I can do that, Honey. For you, I can do anything,” he grunted and started taking off my clothes.

“Shirt,” I whimpered, tugging on the hem of his shirt, but he stopped me with soft hands on my wrists.

“I don’t have a six-pack,” Dante blurted. “I mean, I’m bigger than most other men,” he mumbled, pink staining his cheeks.

I froze.

Could it be?

Was this gorgeous man unsure of my attraction to him?

It wasn’t farfetched that men had the same worries and concerns as women did. But Dante was so damn hot, how could he doubt I wanted him?

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