Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and he stares into my eyes for the longest time. His normally light blue eyes are darker now and filled with desire. There’s no doubt he wants me, or maybe it’s the circumstances, but whatever it is, I can feel his length pressed against me, and it causes a low burn in my belly.
“I would never think anything bad of you. You’re an amazing woman, Keri. Way too good for the likes of me. And I know I should leave you be, go to the other side of the cave and walk away. But I can’t.”
“I’m not too good—"
He stops me with a touch of his finger to my lips. “Yes, you are. You don’t know me, the real me.”
I can’t even hide the frustration. “Well, tell me. Tell me about you.”
“I’m not what – who – you think I am. I can’t really tell you except to say anything more between us is out of the question.” There’s a sadness in his eyes that makes me want to wrap my arms around him and hold him, so I do exactly that. I snuggle close to him, my head resting under his chin, and I can feel the fast beat of his heart under my cheek. I don’t know how long I stay like that before I can feel a change happen.
His hands are strumming up and down my back, almost soothing me from the inside out. I lift my head and put my lips to his chin before raising a little bit and moving across his cheek and finally to his lips.
The kiss from last night is nothing compared to now. He devours me, taking my breath as his lips and tongue punish my mouth. I’m living in the moment, wanting to remember it all and hoping it never ends.
His hands are everywhere, leaving a burning path with every touch. When he breaks away from me suddenly, my eyes snap to his. His long hair is hiding his face from me, so I push it away, wanting to see him and what he’s thinking.
I can see the doubt in his eyes, but I don’t question it. It’s obvious he wants this as much as I do, and the only reason he’s stopping is because of some crazy thought that he’s protecting me. From what, I don’t know and don’t care. I tug at his shirt, and luckily he raises up so I can take it off. Running my hands across him, I start to pepper kisses along his hard chest and feel his muscles throb underneath my lips.
His hands clench into the dirt of the cave below him as his back arches and his body shifts. I make quick work of taking my pants and underwear off before climbing over top of him. Straddling him, I start to take my shirt off, but he stops me. “You’ll be cold.”
I look out the base of the cave and see the winter wonderland outside. I should be cold; I should be freezing right now. But I’m sitting astride my own personal furnace and don’t feel the least bit of cold, and I tell him so.
As soon as my shirt and bra are off, his hands are cupping and molding my breasts. He plucks my nipples and I arch into his hand, my eyes closed and my head thrown back. The guttural growl that leaves his chest and echoes around us is loud and animalistic.
I reach for his pants and undo them quickly, pushing them down just far enough to take his erect manhood from his pants. I grip my hand around him as far as I can before stroking him up and down. His eyes never leave mine, and I can feel his cock throbbing in my hand.
I’m ready for him because I’ve wanted this since the moment I laid eyes on him. I lift myself up and slide slowly down his length. His hands grip on to my hips almost painfully, but I don’t stop until I’m completely impaled on him. His body jerks underneath of me like he’s in an inner battle, as if he’s fighting with himself on what he needs to do. I don’t let him stop; that’s not an option.
I start to move. Even with the death grip he has on my hips, I move against him, up and down, feeling full with every thrust, every push and every pull. I ride him like I can’t get enough, and the sounds he’s making get lost with my own.
I know I’m close. The heat, the friction, the way he’s making me feel is too much, and I tighten my core to try and hold on a little longer.
Ray
She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. She’s riding me, taking me in like she’d die without it, and I want to enjoy it, but my bear is fighting me, wanting her. When her pussy tightens on my hard cock, I lose all control. I flip her to her back and buck into her, taking her over the edge. She’s pulsing around me, her cunt hot and wet begging for my release, and I would do anything to be able to release myself inside her. But I can’t. I know I can’t. If I did it would change her life forever. A selfish part of me wants to do just that. I want to bury my seed deep inside her, change her into what I am, a bear shifter, and then claim her forever. The need to do just that is so overpowering I almost lose my head and do it. But one look into her trusting eyes, I know I can’t. So I pull out, coming all over her belly, my release shooting out of me as a growl escapes me.