Page 83 of Hunny and the Bear

Hunny rolled her eyes, tugging on her arm again. “When it involves both of us, you can’t just decide things. We have to talk it out, you big oaf!” She looked up at him, uncertainty shining in her eyes. “Unless you don’t care about me and my feelings?”

His head snapped back in shock. “Ofcourse,I care. You think I don’t want to bury myself inside you every second of the day? I do! I wake up hard as a rock, and I walk around with a goddamn erection all day long, aching for you.” Tank growled, workingovertime to catch her other hand before she could swat at him again. She wasn’t hurting him at all, but he was worried she’d sprain her hand if she kept at it.

“Then you have got to stop fighting this—fighting me,” Hunny pleaded. “I was scared too, Henry, but we can’t just tuck tail and run from something like this.”

He wanted to deny that he wasn’t running away from anything. But he was, wasn’t he? He’d been assured multiple times from various credible sources that spotting was normal, but he refused to believe it. It hadn’t looked like spotting to him, but then again, he’d thought the worst as soon as he’d seen the smear of red on the bedsheets. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if I hurt you,” Tank uttered, his voice rough with emotion.

Hunny stopped struggling, her eyes softening on his. “Oh, Henry. You’d never hurt me.”

“Not on purpose.”

“Not ever. Just look at this entire week. If sex had caused any kind of genuine issue, I’d still be cramping and bleeding, and yes, I might have miscarried, but I’ve literally felt perfectly fine and nothing else has happened. No spotting, no cramping, nothing.” As he opened his mouth, ready to argue, Hunny glared at him. “Before you say anything, I read one of the books you brought homeandI called your mom this morning. Both are backing me up here. And you know that. I know you do; you even highlighted the same page I read about this.”

Tank’s throat tightened, his resolve weakening. She was right, and logically, he knew that. “You’re everything to me, little rabbit. I just can’t lose any of you.”

Hunny wiggled out of his hold, and the sudden separation was jarring. Cupping his face, she whispered, “You won’t. But you have to trust me to know my own body. If I feel like something is wrong, I’ll tell you. Okay?”

Sighing roughly, he nodded. Of course, he trusted her. He just needed to trust in himself, too.

“Good.” Before he could react, Hunny jumped at him, her breasts slamming against his chest as her arms wrapped around his neck. Sticky honey splattered against his torso as she lunged for his throat. He felt a sharp sting at his neck, his knees nearly buckling from the jolt of mixed pleasure and pain that infused his very being.

She bit him!

Lust roared back to life, and Tank grunted, his hands finding Hunny’s bare ass and kneading the soft flesh as she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her honey-coated pussy over his abs. She dug her little fangs in deeper, sucking hard at his skin, and the last of his resolve crumbled into dust. He fell back against the front door, panting hard as his dick strained for freedom.

Fuck, he’d missed this. He’d missed it so much, and he wasn’t even inside of her yet.

Pulling her teeth free of his neck, Hunny licked a trail up to his ear, nibbling on the lobe. “I need you, Henry. Please, please fill me with your cock.” Her warm breath skated across his skin, and the muscles in his stomach knotted, sexual tension lining every inch of his body.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his brain short-circuiting as all the blood rushed to his throbbing erection.

Hunny nipped his neck again and then peppered bites and kisses along his jaw, working her way to his mouth. She bit his lower lip almost frantically, splitting the skin. Just as blood pooled, she kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. The taste of honey and his mate exploded across his senses, his two favorite things in the world blending together into the most alluring concoction.

All of his concerns, his excuses, and fears became nonexistent in an instant.

Spinning around, Tank pinned Hunny against the door, taking over their kiss. His tongue pumped into her mouth, dominance stamped into every lick, every caress. He swallowed her sensual moan, shivering as her hands ran through his hair, nails scraping at his scalp.

He needed her; he couldn’t take the separation any longer.

Slow, he commanded himself silently.Just go fucking slow!

Mindlessly, he fumbled with the button on his jeans, accidentally popping it off in his haste to remove the obstacle. He ripped his zipper next, shoving his pants down until his cock popped free, jutting out against her entrance. The juices from her cunt slipped over his erection, and a growl, more beast than man, poured from his throat.

“Hurry, Henry,” his little rabbit begged, fingers tightening in his hair as she kissed him again, parting her lips in invitation. Tank collared her throat, nipping her lip roughly when she tried to pull his mouth back to hers.

“I need to prepare you—”

Hunny shook her head, rolling her hips and teasing his cockhead. “I just need you.” Shimmying her hips, she lowered herself down onto his cock, taking one thick inch, and then another. “Oh God,” Hunny whimpered, sinking in another inch. “I missed this, Henry. Didn’t you miss this?”

Fuck yeah, he missed this. Tank grit his teeth, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on her throat as he fought to keep himself in check. This was slow—this was fine. They’d just take it a little bit at a time—

Hunny slammed herself down onto his length, releasing a sharp cry of bliss as he bottomed out inside her. Slick, tight warmth surrounded him, her inner walls gripping him lovingly. Arms banding around her, Tank dropped his head into the crookof her neck, breathing heavily as he fought to keep from moving. He’d needed this so much, craved this type of intimacy between them for what seemed like forever.

Had it been only a week?

“See, Henry?” Hunny moaned, her pussy spasming, taking him impossibly deeper. Tank grunted, his legs trembling as pleasure coursed through him. “Everything’s good, my big bear. Everything’s—” Hunny rolled her hips, crying out as he gave a shallow thrust, his hips meeting hers. “So good. Oh, Henry. It’s so good.”

His little mate moaned again, whispering for more, and Tank couldn’t deny her a second longer.

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