Page 84 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

“You know what I want,” I said.

I’d never been a vixen, but this man had me out of my mind.

“You’re gonna have to tell me, Avery,” he said, and the fucker was smiling.

He pressed my closed legs to the side, sliding that big hand across my exposed sex and into the crease of my ass.

“That feels so good. Please. More. I want more,” I said.

“You like it when I make you come, mate?”

I nodded my head, incapable of speech as he teased one hole then the other with his fingertips, warm and wet with my slick.

“Y-yes,” I said when he didn’t reply.

“That’s right you do. And you’re such a good girl, coming for me.”

“Please, make me come again, Dante. Mate. I need you.”

“Fuck. Yes. I’m gonna make you come so many times, you won’t remember your name. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

With a deep rumbling growl, Dante shoved his hips forward and slammed into me. And nothing ever felt so right.

I had no idea how he did this or where he learned it, but I was so fucking on board with it. He placed one knee on the bed, fucking me relentlessly as he moved us both up the mattress.

Then he was spread out behind me, lifting one leg up and back over his thigh so he could slide even deeper.

“Oh, God!”

“Not God. Dante. Say it,” he demanded, his fingers finding my clit as he flexed his hips in and out, stroking that special bundle of nerves inside me and making me keen.

“Dante. So good. I-I’m coming. DANTE!” I groaned, turning my face so the mattress could muffle the sound.

He closed his mouth over my shoulder, his fangs piercing my flesh as he filled me with his cum, claiming me as his, and pushing me to another, somehow more intense orgasm than the last.

By the time we stopped moving, I was utterly spent. Exhausted. And so damn happy.

Dante rolled me over to face him. His big hands cupped my cheeks, and he brought his lips to mine.

“Love you, Avery. So damn much.”

“I love you, too.”

He exhaled roughly and pressed his forehead to mine, eyes closed like he couldn’t believe his ears.

Silly Bear.

“I never loved any man before you, Dante. You’re more than I ever hoped for,” I whispered, cradling his face between my hands.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his dark eyes meeting mine.

“I love you,” I replied, my body heating at the promise in his eyes.

“Again,” he said, rolling on top of me.

“I. Love. You!” I moaned the last word, mouth wide as he pressed inside me.

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