Page 31 of Coveted By The Bear

“It happens sometimes with mates,” he grunted, stroking along my g-spot and rendering me speechless.

“Am I really yours? Tell me,” I demanded, pushing on his chest.

Miles’ eyes glowed and that constant growl in his chest, the one that was always there when we touched got louder. He flipped us over, his big hands smoothing over my hips and gripping my ass.

“Mine,” he growled, sliding his right hand up my spine and cupping the back of my neck to pull me in for a kiss.

Oh, he was in deep now. I moaned and clutched at his chest, moving my hips round and round.

“That’s it. Fuck, Baby. You keep doing that, you’re gonna make me come,” he groaned, nipping my lip between his teeth then using his tongue to soothe the hurt.

“Doing what? This,” I moaned, increasing my pace.

“That’s it. Fuck. Yes,” he growled, pulling me tighter against him so I was rubbing my clit against the base of his cock with every swivel and grind.

“Oh fuck, Miles. I’m gonna!”

“Do it. Come all over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel, Mate,” he demanded.

And I did.

I came hard.

Even better, he did, too.

Pride filled me at that. I’d never thought of myself as being any good at sex. Maybe it was all him. All I knew was with Miles, I reached heights I never dreamed were possible.

That he reciprocated my feelings, well, that was just a miracle.

“You’re my miracle,” he said and pulled me to him.

Our lips crashed together, and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed while we moved against each other, like we were determined to wring out every drop of pleasure we could get.

It was incredible.

Beautiful.

Poignant.

The kind of sex I’d only ever read about, where bodies weren’t the only thing that touched.

My heart squeezed. It was too soon to love him. But I did. I knew I did.

Sometime in the last couple of days, I’d fallen for this man, this Bear. Sometime when I was distracted or when I just wasn’t paying attention, I went and gave him my heart.

It was scary, trusting someone with any part of you.

New and exciting, too.

This world of his was foreign to me, but I was pretty damn sure it was exactly where I belonged.

I felt his reticence. His doubt. And I tried not to let it hurt me. Miles had baggage. He was the kind of man who was used to dealing with it alone.

But he wasn’t alone now. He had me.

God, do you have me. Just be careful. Don’t hurt me.

The silent plea never left my lips as I drifted into sleep on top of him, listening to the even sounds of his breathing.

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