Page 26 of Marked By the Possessive Polar Bear
I suck in a shocked breath as she lunges up and sinks her teeth into my neck. I squeeze my hand into a fist on the mattress as I feel her latch onto me, the weight and stinging pain and feeling of being claimed all hitting me at once.
My hips keep moving at a merciless pace, fucking her tight pussy as she claims me as her own. As soon as I feel her mark taking over, I root my cock in her cunt and cumhard, harder than I’ve ever cum before.
Her teeth slide out and she collapses onto the bed as my cock jolts, unloading every last drop of hot cum into her ripe waiting womb. She takes it all with a moan, looking up at me with those exquisite green eyes.
I wrap my arms around her and hold her body tight as I keep thrusting in and out, a little slower, but just as deep.
It feels different now. The mark on my neck… The mark on hers… We’re truly one now. And we can never be broken apart
“Did it hurt?” I whisper in her ear. She rolls her hips as I thrust in deep, keeping a firm steady rhythm.
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers as she drags her nails up my back, giving me shivers.
We spend the rest of the night like this… kissing and touching and thrusting and cumming.
The sun comes up by the time I finally pull out of her perfect pink pussy. We fall asleep in each other’s arms, completely and utterly satisfied.
Completely and utterly in love.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Victoria
“Stop squirming,” I say as I grab Adrian’s arm and pin it to my chair.
“I’m not squirming,” he says with a heavy breath. “I’m deathly still.”
“You’re squirming,” I say, giving him a mock frown. “Are you afraid of needles or something?”
“No,” he says, but he takes a little too long to answer.
“Are you?”
He rolls his eyes. “Just start the tattoo already.”
I chuckle as I press my tattoo machine to the outline on his forearm. He flinches when the needles hit.
“Are you okay?” I ask, looking up at him.
He nods, but his jaw is all tight and there’s a bead of sweat dripping down his temple. “I want this. Just keep going.”
It’s hilarious to me that this big strong bear shifter who is a tattoo artist no-less and is covered in tattoos, is afraid of needles. It’s kind of cute and it reminds me that this gorgeous man I’vebuilt up into a god in my mind over the years is only human after all.
We’re putting matching tattoos on each other. How adorable is that?
He did mine first—two paw prints on the back of my hand. One polar bear paw beside a grizzly bear paw.
We already marked each other’s necks a few days ago, but we both wanted something we could look at without a mirror.
His fingers twitch as I trace the claws of the polar bear paw. “Do you want me to hold your hand?” I ask, barely containing my smirk.
He glares down at me. “I will put you over my knee, Vic.”
“Not while I’m holding a tattoo needle, you won’t.”
He lets out a rough breath through his nose, but the corner of his mouth twitches up. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”
“Oh, I am,” I say with a mischievous grin. “Seeing the mighty Adrian Cross sweating under my touch? It’s a gift.”
