Page 61 of The Bear's Reluctant Mate

Her eyes widened appreciatively as she took in his bare chest. “So that’s what you’ve been hiding under all those dreadful puns,” she teased, her voice husky with desire.

“Like what you see?” he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

“Oh, yes,” she purred, running her hands over his toned chest, exploring the planes and contours of his body.

Alfie closed his eyes as she tweaked his nipple between her finger and thumb, his arousal growing painfully hard against the confines of his jeans.

Unable to wait any longer, he tugged at her sweater, pulling it over her head. His breath caught at the sight of her luscious breasts and he lowered his head, drawing her nipple into his mouth.

Marion gasped as he rolled his tongue over the sensitive peak, her back arching to press herself closer to him. Encouraged by her response, Alfie slid his hand down between their bodies, slipping inside her slacks to find her already wet and ready for him.

She whimpered as he rubbed her sensitive flesh, her hips moving against his hand. He slipped a finger inside her, stroking her inner walls as she moaned his name. Marion’s hand found itsway to his hardness, curling around him through his jeans and stroking him in rhythm with his own movements.

Her lips found his ear, nibbling and sucking on the lobe while he continued to lavish attention on her breast. The dual sensation nearly drove him wild as she arched into his touch, her breathing growing more ragged.

Alfie could feel himself getting close already, the culmination of weeks of wanting her threatening to overwhelm him. But he wanted—needed—to be inside her when he found his release.

Not yet,he told himself. First, he would ensure her pleasure.

He stepped back slightly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her slacks and lifting her slightly off the table. Marion helped, wriggling her hips as he slid the fabric down her legs, taking her panties with them. He cast them aside, then gently set her back on the edge of the table.

Alfie nudged her thighs apart, dropping to his knees before her. For a moment, he simply gazed at her, drinking in the sight of her most intimate flesh displayed for him alone. She was beautiful everywhere, perfect in every way.

When he leaned forward and tasted her for the first time, they both moaned. He slipped two fingers inside her as his tongue circled her most sensitive spot, slowly and deliberately driving her toward the edge.

Marion writhed beneath him, her hands tangling in his hair as she gasped his name. He could feel her getting close, her inner walls beginning to flutter around his fingers. He increased his pace slightly, curling his fingers to find that special spot inside her.

When her climax hit, she cried out, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Alfie didn’t let up,continuing his exquisite torture until she was completely sated, her body limp and her breathing heavy.

Only then did he kiss his way up her inner thighs, rising to his feet between her spread legs. He unfastened his jeans, pushing them down just enough to free his aching hardness. He rubbed himself against her still-sensitive flesh, teasing them both with the promise of what was to come.

But Marion had apparently had enough of his teasing. She placed her hands on his buttocks, drawing him forward insistently until he was poised at her entrance. Alfie entered her slowly, savoring every inch as her slick heat enveloped him.

When he was fully seated within her, she tightened her inner muscles around him, gripping him in a way that nearly shattered his control. He stilled, fighting desperately for composure, not wanting this moment to end too soon.

“Alfie,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Please.”

That single word broke his restraint. He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before thrusting back into her welcoming body. Marion matched his rhythm, her hips rising to meet each thrust.

She leaned forward, capturing one of his nipples between her teeth, the sharp pleasure-pain sending jolts of electricity straight to his groin. Alfie groaned, his pace increasing as desire built within him like a gathering storm.

His hand cupped her breast, teasing the nipple as he continued to move within her. Marion’s breath came in short gasps, her eyes half-closed with pleasure as she climbed toward another peak.

Alfie slipped his hand between their bodies, finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and circling it with his thumb. Theeffect was immediate—Marion cried out, her body tensing as her second orgasm overtook her.

The feeling of her pulsing around him was too much for Alfie. With a final thrust, he joined her in bliss, his release crashing over him in waves of intense pleasure. His bear roared in triumph inside him as they claimed their mate completely.

For several long moments, they remained locked together, foreheads touching as they struggled to catch their breath. Alfie’s heart felt so full it might burst, overflowing with love for this woman who had become his everything.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

Marion nodded, a smile spreading across her face as she looked up at him. “More than okay,” she assured him, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “That was...”

“Just the beginning,” Alfie finished for her, capturing her lips in a tender kiss.

A soft sound from upstairs made them both freeze—Charlie shifting in his sleep. They looked at each other for a moment before bursting into quiet laughter.

“Stay with me tonight?” Marion asked as their laughter subsided.

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