Page 85 of Cowboy Bear's Hope

“Fuck, I love you too. Love being inside you. Never wanna stop fucking you,” he grunted and damn, but I loved his filthy mouth.

Dante reared up to his knees, his eyes traveled over my body, followed by his hands. He cupped my breasts, squeezing and molding them, paying attention to the needy little buds at the end.

“Wanna fill you with my cubs, mate. Want to watch you suckle them,” he said, and my pussy quivered and clenched.

“I want that, too,” I said because yeah, I really did.

I was ready to make a home with Dante. A real home, full of love and laughter and children, or cubs.

“Do you mean that?”

“I mean it,” I said as he rolled and rocked, making me feel so good, loving on me with his big, hard body.

“Goddamn it, Avery, you give me so much,” he whispered, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears and filling with promises.

“You give me so much. You’re such a good man, Dante. You’re already a wonderful father. I wanna have more babies with you. I wish you were putting one in me right now. I love you,” I said, arching my back as he hit me in just the right spot.

“Fuck,” he roared, pistoning his hips faster, stroking in deeper.

And I felt him.

Really felt him.

Like a river running through me, his presence rushing into every corner of my being, filling me in ways I hadn’t even known I was empty.

His body moved with mine, perfectly in sync, creating a rhythm that felt primal and eternal.

God, how this man filled me.

It wasn’t just physical, though that was overwhelming in itself. It was more. Every inch of my soul felt alive, alight with awareness of him. Of us.

My mind, my heart, my very essence—all of it was consumed by him.

Dante.

Every moment of every day, he was there, a constant in my thoughts, a steady presence in my heart. He wasn’t just big and strong in the physical sense.

He was important. Vital. He had become the center of my universe without me even realizing it.

Dante’s heartbeat thudded against mine, steady and powerful, setting the tempo for my own.

It was like his body was guiding me, reminding me that I wasn’t alone. That I would never be alone again.

And then, his voice sounded in my head, deep and resonant, the matebond between us stronger than ever.

I love you, Avery. I love you so much. Mate. Mine. Mine. MINE.

The words echoed through me, sending a shiver down my spine as I closed my eyes and gave in to the raw, consuming force of us.

I bucked against him, my body arching into his as his warm, hard form pressed me deep into the mattress.

His strength surrounded me. His gentleness, too.

Dante’s heat seeped into my skin, and together, we found a pleasure so intense it felt like the world was shattering and reforming around us.

This. Right here.

This was beyond anything I had ever experienced.

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