Page 26 of Hot For Her Bear

There was nothing sexier than being given instructions and then being rewarded with pleasure.

A gasp escaped her when Dasha sank two fingers inside her slick channel. Her mate slowly fucked her with them while she focused on suckling on her clit.

“God, yes,” Saffron groaned.

She slid her hand to the back of Dasha’s head where she could keep her in place. Her head was thrown back in the heat of passion, and she basked in the sensations coursing through her body.

She rode Dasha’s tongue and fingers hard. Her breaths were coming in pants, her heart rate increasing. There was nothing else on Saffron’s mind but reaching her release. She was teetering on the edge of ecstasy. A warm hand clamped down on one of Saffron’s breasts. Dasha was making good use of her free hand and proving she was excellent at multitasking.

Saffron’s hands flew above her, trying to find something to hold on to. She gripped the arm of the couch. She couldn’t stay still with the erotic assault on her body. She turned her pleasure over to Dasha. A yelp escaped her the second Dasha pinched her nipple. She tugged and pulled on it, eliciting more cries to spill from Saffron’s lips.

Tremors racked Saffron’s body. Dasha’s fingers were pumping inside her, hard and fast. Saffron dug her fingers into the couch, cries flowing from her mouth. Dasha took her to ledge of ecstasy. One tiny nip on her clit by Dasha’s fangs, and it sent her careening into her orgasm. Her back arched off the couch, a long, drawn-out scream erupting from her.

She didn’t know how long she lay there shaking and trembling from the aftereffects. Dasha released her clit but kept her fingers buried deep inside her. She raised her head and met Saffron’s gaze.

Dasha lifted and crawled up her body. Her fingers managed to stay lodged where they were. She slid next to Saffron. Without a word, she claimed Saffron’s lips. This kiss was deep and mind-blowing. Saffron tasted a hint of herself on Dasha’s tongue.

Dasha slowly moved her fingers again.

She withdrew them until just the tip remained before pushing them deep. Saffron moaned. She reached up and cupped Dasha’s face. She tore her lips from Dasha’s. She inhaled deeply and stared unto her eyes.

“I love you,” Saffron declared.

Dasha’s fingers paused, completely submerged in Saffron’s pussy.

“I love you, too,” Dasha replied. She pressed a hard kiss to Saffron’s lips. Her thumb stroked Saffron’s clit. “You belong to me and I to you.”

“I’m yours,” Saffron breathed. She pressed her hips to Dasha’s hand. “All of me. Take me.”

She had waited to feel the sting of Dasha’s bite, and now it was time. Her gaze dropped to the sight of Dasha’s fangs peeking from under her lip. She turned her head away, presenting the column of her neck and shoulder. Dasha leaned her head down and nuzzled her face into the crook of her neck. Her warm tongue skated along Saffron’s skin.

“You taste so sweet to me,” Dasha’s voice was muffled.

Her fingers continued their lazy strokes. Saffron was always amazed how Dasha could pull multiple orgasms from her. She should be embarrassed by the sounds coming from her core. With each thrust of Dasha’s hand, her pussy was very verbal.

“I have to have you every day.”

“You can have me whenever you want,” Saffron gushed. Having Dasha make love to her daily was something she was all for.

“Good.”

A sharp pain pierced her shoulder as Dasha bit down on her. Saffron at first cried out from the initial pain, but soon it dissipated, and nothing but pleasure filled her. This orgasm snuck up on her. Saffron threw her head back and cried out. Dasha’s fingers pumped inside her, and she rode out the waves of her ecstasy. Her muscles clamped down on Dasha’s fingers; they thrust into her.

Dasha lifted her head and released her shoulder. She lapped at the wound, where there was no pain. Saffron flopped back down on the couch, unable to catch her breath. She didn’t even care what she looked like at the moment. The sheer magnitude of sensations coursing through her was overwhelming.

Dasha’s fingers grew still. Saffron whimpered, loving the feeling of them inside her. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around Dasha’s wrist, not wanting her to remove them. She opened her eyes and met Dasha’s hooded gaze.

“My mate,” Dasha breathed. She leaned down and took Saffron’s lips in a gentle, sensual kiss. It was simple, but it relayed a strong message to Saffron.

Their bond was sealed, and they belonged together.

“My mate,” Saffron echoed. Her entire body tingled, and there was no pain where Dasha had bitten her. She didn’t know if this was part of the mating claim, but her body was flushed, and she felt like a new woman. One who had just had a spiritual and sexual awakening.

One who had a deep craving for her mate.

She needed more.

And she needed to taste her mate.

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