Page 27 of Saving Meri

In a low, husky tone, he murmured, “You are so fucking gorgeous,” as he shifted to nestle himself close to her center, his presence both commanding and tender. “Wrap your legs around me,” he urged, his voice thick with anticipation.

A soft, knowing smile played on her lips as her eyes softened with unspoken trust. Without hesitation, she complied, gracefully entwining herself around him as he slid his throbbinglength over her sensitive clit, ensuring every inch was slick with desire.

Meri closed her eyes for a breathless moment as he pressed himself against her, commanding, “No, Meri. Look at me.”

Obediently, she lifted her gaze, her eyes meeting his with a blend of vulnerability and fierce longing.

“Good girl,” he crooned, his voice rich in both praise and passion as he thrust upward, intertwining their bodies in a connection that hinted both at wild abandon and a profound intimacy. He measured each upward motion carefully, balancing his desperate need to lose himself in her with the tender care her trust demanded.

He momentarily pulled back, his lips finding hers in a searing kiss before resuming his rhythm, enveloping her in an embrace of shared cadence that was uniquely theirs, yet felt like they had choreographed it over lifetimes. Every sigh that escaped her, every delicate touch of her hand, knit their souls closer together, a silent testament to her journey of healing from past traumas.

Then, with a cry that resonated deep within both of them, she whispered, “Daddy,” tightening around him as if anchoring herself to his strength.

The moment her recovery was apparent, he sensed her instinct to pull away. With a soothing but firm reprimand, he said, “No, baby. When I’m fucking you or when we’re playing, I am always Daddy. And you are forever my little one.”

Her eyes sparkled, and with a playful tilt of her head, she nestled closer, replying breathlessly, “Fuck me, Daddy.”

That single command shattered any remaining restraint within him. Though he longed for the lingering, tender sweetness of this shared recovery, the overwhelming desire surged too powerfully. He began a passionate, unyielding cadence of thrusts, each one echoing a fierce passion that, while bordering on intimidating, served only to ignite hers further.

Her moans morphed into soft, uncontrolled whispers as her body responded instinctively, her inner depths trembling and quivering with every deliberate surge of his body. With each rhythmic thrust, the symphony of her pleasure grew louder—her breath quickening, her soft whimpers building into a crescendo, as yet another wave of orgasm crested. In one final, powerful moment, her entire being tensed as he delivered one hard, ferocious thrust deep within her.

Meri’s ecstatic scream filled the room, her most intimate core spasming in response, clamping down with fervor as her legs quivered. In that singular, convergent moment, she milked every drop of intoxicating pleasure from him, clinging to his arms as his own climax unfurled over them like a fiery bloom.

In the final aftermath, Bear collapsed atop her, ensconced in the comforting warmth of her embrace.

“Thank you, Daddy,” she murmured coyly, with a playful, knowing smile that hinted at lingering mischief.

He let out a soft chuckle before rolling to his side, teasing gently, “Careful, little one—I wouldn’t mind spanking that pretty ass of yours again.”

Wrapped in the tender glow of post-passion, she snuggled even closer, her arms encircling him as she laid her head against his chest. In that quiet space, with the soft rhythm of their hearts echoing in the night, she drifted away into sleep, her breathing slow and content.

Bear woke to warmth. To the soft, delicate weight of Meri curled against him, her fingers entwined in the hair of his chest as if she wasn’t ready to let go. He stayed still for a long moment, inhaling the faint scent of lavender in her hair, feeling the riseand fall of her breath against his chest. It was the first time since he’d taken her from that hellhole that she’d slept deeply, fully, without nightmares or waking in a panic.

His grip tightened around her. She was safe. She was his. And he would keep it that way.

But safety wasn’t just about walls and locked doors. The warehouse was secure, but it was a temporary solution. Meri needed more than steel and concrete—she needed space to heal, a place to breathe. And he needed her somewhere he could watch her, care for her, own every single inch of her recovery. His loft was the best option.

Shifting carefully, he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before sliding out of bed. Meri murmured something in her sleep, her fingers flexing, but she didn’t wake. That trust—the unconscious knowledge that she was safe enough to sleep through his absence—settled deep in his chest.

He dressed quickly, pulling on jeans and a dark tee before stepping into the main room where Fitz sat at the small kitchen counter, sipping a coffee.

“She sleeping?” Fitz asked, without looking up.

Bear nodded. “For now. Isn’t sitting guard just a little under your pay grade?”

Fitz chuckled. “That’s the good thing about being the CEO. I’m the one that determines what is or isn’t done and by whom. It was me or Archer, and I figured I was the better choice.”

Smiling, Bear said, “Agreed. I want to move her to my place.”

Fitz arched a brow. “You sure about that? Your loft’s not exactly a fortress.”

“She doesn’t need a fortress. She needs a home.”

Fitz let out a slow breath, nodding in understanding. “And you need her under your roof.”

Bear didn’t respond because they both knew the answer.

Fitz took another sip of coffee. “DeLuca’s people are moving. We picked up some chatter about a retrieval team. They won’t stop, Bear.”

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