Chapter 11
Anxiousness. Or was it excitement? Bear Claw could not tell which as he walked into the teepee. He had not been able to eat dinner. He had not been able to concentrate on the dancing. All he could think of was Hannah. Her decision mattered greatly to him. He had never been this anxious in his life. Not when he courted his first maiden.
The teepee was dimly lit. Was it always this way? Or it was just for tonight, he wondered.
Hannah froze when he walked in. It was a strange feeling, but she could always sense his presence. Her fingers hovered over her hair which she combed with the wooden comb he had given her. Her entire body began to shake. She had never done this before. She did not even know what to expect. What if she was hurt? What if...
“Easy,” Bear Claw said, taking the comb from her.
Her body only shook more with him this close to her. She made the mistake of looking at him and gasped. Had his eyes gotten darker?
“What have you decided?” Bear Claw asked, his eyes on her as she ran the comb through her hair.
“I...” She was lost of words to say. Why did her heart beat this fast? She took a deep breathe. She needed to stop acting like an idiot. “Yes.”
His eyes flared at just that one word. “Yes to?”
“You.”
The comb dropped as his lips crashed to hers. She was startled for a moment then her lips opened to accept him. There was a rush. A hunger to taste her. Her body moved towards him as he kissed her, desperate to taste her.
Bear Claw had never wanted to kiss a woman so bad as he wanted to kiss Hannah. He was not the type of man who wasted time on kisses. But with her, he wanted to taste all of her.
The kiss deepened. It slowed down and he took his time savoring her lips, pulling it into his mouth as he bit softly on it. This earned him a gasp that made him harder. He wanted every part of her.
They pulled away from each other taking deep breaths. He reached for her again kissing her, getting little moaning sounds from her.
A ripping sound made Hannah gasp. She looked down at her nightwear. Or at least what remained of it. Then at Bear Claw who stared longingly at her pale breasts, the nipples perked. Because of him or the cold he could not be sure.
“You could have—”
Her words were swallowed as he pulled her to him. His callused hand was placed over her breast. He knead it gently, teasing her nipple with his finger. His mouth lowered to her other breast. He pulled it into his mouth with a pop.
The sensations she felt were overwhelming her. She moaned thrusting herself to his mouth. She wanted him to... She didn’t know what she even wanted. But the feelings, she wanted more of them.
Her fingers flew to his hair, her fingers running through his dark hair as he suckled on her.
She sighed when he pulled away from her. Then he laid her softly on the fur, his hands playing with her body.
Her body went still as he pushed what remained of the dress down her body. She felt naked as the dress went lower, stopping at the deep.
Bear Claw held her gaze, watching her chest rise and fall. She was excited. And so was he. He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted this woman. His rod was the hardest it had ever been. And he was worried it would break.
He groaned in delight as the dress revealed her bareness. She was so beautiful. That V between her that he had desired to plunged into.
She looked vulnerable lying there naked, watching him with wariness.
“What are you doing?” Hannah frowned as he pulled her to him, his hands on her waist. His head lowered to her private parts. That could not be al— Hannah gasped as he flicked his tongue over her. Oh God! He did it again and she gasped.
The feeling was beyond description. Again he did it. This time it went deeper, slithering into her. Her fingers fell, clenching the fur hard.
Her legs wrapped around him, placed on his shoulder as his tongue continued to clean her.
She tried to be quiet. But how could she when she was consumed by pleasure? With a hunger she could not describe, he ate her like she was his last meal.
“Yes! Yes!!” she cried, writhing against his mouth.
Her eyes widened, as a finger slid into her. Then another. He thrust his fingers into her dripping core in a rhythm.
