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“Adrian,” she moans, those sexy green eyes half closed as she watches me. Her black hair is all messed up from her hands. Her adorable cheeks are flushed pink. I can tell she’s close to cumming. I’m going to make her feel so good she’ll never forget this moment. The moment her mate changed everything.
Her back arches and she screams as her clawed fingers grip the leather chair. I suck on her clit, moving my lips and tongue on her in a fast, rhythmic motion. Her hips roll to the rhythm of my mouth as her breasts move up and down with each quick breath.
She’s so fucking stunning. I’m in awe as I watch her about to cum for the first time.
“Yes,” she whispers as she grabs the back of my head, holding it in place as she starts to hump my mouth. I grin on her pussy as she rubs it up and down my mouth like she can’t get enough friction.
I push her back onto the chair and fuckingravageher, pinning her body to the leather as my mouth moves mercilessly on her wet cunt, up and down, left and right. She whimpers and cries out, squeezing her tits and biting her lips as I give her so much pleasure she can’t handle it.
When she cums, she cumshard, nearly ripping my hair out of my head as she screams my name.
“Fuck, Adrian!” she hollers as her whole body erupts in bliss. The intense orgasm tears through her body leaving her trembling and shaking and whimpering in front of me.
I can’t seem to stop my mouth from moving on her, softly licking her folds and trying to make the orgasm last as long as possible.
Her hand slides down my head and she gently cups my cheek before she collapses onto the chair with a contented moan.
My cock is raging in my pants, hard as stone and ready to go.
But I try my best to ignore it. It will have its fun later. Right now, I just want to let my girl drown in the pleasure.
“Adrian…” she whispers as her eyes fall closed. “That was amazing.”
“That was just the start, baby,” I say before giving her another long slow lick. “You haven’t seen amazing yet.”
CHAPTER SIX
Victoria
It’s crazy how fast life can speed up on you sometimes. For the past two years, I had settled into a nice rhythm. Working at the shop with my brothers, letting my bear roam around the mountains, practicing my art—sketching and inking—always trying to get better. It was nice and quiet and pleasant.
But as soon as the front door to Heat & Ink swung open and this tall scrumptious polar bear shifter walked in, nothing has been the same. Nothing will ever be the same again.
My mate has turned everything around. He’s flipped my nice pleasant life on its head, exchanging quiet for excitement. Swapping calmness with unyielding, unquenchable lust.
I think I like my new life better.
Because sitting here at dinner with this gorgeous masculine face gazing at me all basked in the glow of the candlelight, his big powerful hand gripping mine, the memory of his hot sexy mouth still buzzing between my legs—I wouldn’t change a thing. Except maybe to make it last longer.
“I think they’re closing,” I say as I look around the empty restaurant. We’re the only ones left, all tucked away in a romantic corner, the bottle of wine on our table long done.
“I don’t want to leave,” Adrian says as those warm blue eyes wash over me, making me tingle all over.
“The night doesn’t have to be over,” I whisper as I lean closer. I touch his leg under the table with my foot and he lets out a low groan. I love the sounds I keep teasing out of him. The grunts and groans and moans and possessive growls. He’s so sexy. “We can go somewhere else. There’s a bar down the street.”
We decide to have mercy on the nice waitress and let her go home. Adrian insists on paying for the meal even though I try to split it with him. He won’t have any of that though.
He holds the door open for me and then takes my hand as we walk down to the bar. It’s quiet on the street with hardly anyone out in our small Montana town. We pass the Post Office and General Store which are both closed. I can hear the music from the bar drifting out on the cool breeze. We’re in no rush, so we walk slowly, taking our time and catching up on all the lost years.
“Where are you staying?”
“Magnus said I could crash at his place until he gets back,” Adrian says.
“He left you a key?”
He gives me a mischievous look. “I might have broken the back window trying to pry it open. Don’t tell him it was me.”
“My lips are sealed.”
