Page 28 of Coveted By The Bear

From him.

From the slick arousal between my thighs.

“No take backs, Pretty Girl. This is your last out,” he warned his glittery blue gaze meeting mine.

“I want this. I want you.”

“Tell me what you want, Mate. You want me to fuck your dripping pussy? Want me to claim you here, now?”

The command in his voice was unmistakable. I was helpless to do anything but nod.

Miles was so big. So powerful and masculine. His chest reverberated with his beast, and even that turned me on. I could not wait to meet his other side, but right now, I needed this.

I need him. And I think he needs me, too.

The feel of him was like a drug. His hard body was slick with water and so damn hot. It was like holding on to a dream.

“Fuck, you tasted so good, Mate,” he growled, kissing me hard, then licking me from my earlobe to my nipples.

“Tell me you want me filling your pussy. Tell me you want my cock inside you,” he commanded again.

Fuck. He was right. I did want it. I wanted all of him. The good, the bad. Every single thing.

His rare smiles.

His beautiful blue gaze riveted to mine.

His thoughtful conversation.

And his dirty mouth.

The fact he was demanding, that he wanted me with a fervor I never imagined any man would feel for me, well, that was just a bonus.

“Fuck me, Miles. Claim me. I want to be yours.”

And that was all it took to break down his walls.

“I’m gonna fuck you, Mate. Gonna mark you with my bite. Claim you for the whole world to see,” he growled, lifting me by the waist and pressing my back against the tile wall.

Steam fogged the entire bathroom, but I could see Miles. And I could feel him.

And that was all I needed.

My pulse raced, and my breathing was heavy. But our eyes locked and Miles dipped his head, kissing me sweetly as he pushed the head of his long, thick cock inside my aching pussy.

We both groaned, and he paused, waiting as my walls stretched to accommodate his incredible size and girth.

“You okay?” he asked, and his concern was my undoing.

I nodded and grabbed his face and pulled him to me, licking my tongue into his mouth, needing to taste him.

Miles grunted. Then he started to move. And all logic and reason flew right out the window.

We were things of passion then. Wild, unfettered, completely insatiable for each other. Miles pounded into me. Stamping himself on my very soul with every swivel, slide, and stroke of his cock.

“Oh God,” I moaned, my orgasm crashing into me.

My walls squeezed him, contracting around his velvet covered rod, and I clutched at his shoulders as he took me higher and higher.

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