Her cheeks go red. “You’re just being nice.”
I cup her chin, lifting her face to meet mine. “Don’t you dare discount what you are.”
She tries to look away, but I tilt her chin back. “You’re gonna take the compliment like a good girl. Understood?”
Her eyes soften, and she nods. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s better. Now spread your legs and let me worship you proper.”
She does, breath catching as I settle on my knees between her thighs. Her bump rounds soft and high, and just beneath it—rosy and glistening.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I rasp, thumb parting her gently.
She whimpers, eyes fluttering shut. I dip down, mouth pressing to her inner thigh, then the crease beside it, working my way up slow. I lick her open, tongue wide and slow, dragging from her entrance up to her bundle of nerves.
She gasps, sharp and sweet.
“God, Kodiak.”
I groan into her, sucking her soft, then harder. She bucks beneath me, hands fisted in the sheets. I slide one hand beneath her, holding her still while I feast on her, letting her ride the rhythm. Every sound she makes just spurs me on. She’s squirming, whispering my name. And all the while, I talk to her, full of hunger.
“God, I could spend all damn day here,” I murmur, vibrating against her skin. “Lickin’ every part of you.”Lick, long and teasing, tracing the length of her. “Watchin’ you lose your damn mind from my mouth.”Suck, pulling her bud between my lips, gentle at first, then harder, feeling her pulse against me.
I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her slick skin. “Goddamn, you taste so good,” I growl, my voice muffled against her. I flick my tongue, light and teasing, then press harder, flattening it against her, letting her grind against the pressure.
“Kodiak,” she chokes out, her voice trembling.
I can tell she’s teetering on the edge. I don’t let up, keeping my pace relentless, dragging out the pleasure until she’s gasping, her body tensing. When she finally breaks, it’s like a dam bursting—her cry is sharp, raw, her body convulsing as she comes undone on my tongue. I don’t stop, lapping at her gently, guiding her through the aftershocks. Only when her breathing slows, her body sinking into the sheets, do I ease up, pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs, her hips, her stomach.
I crawl up her body, hovering over her, my lips finding hers in a slow, deep kiss. She moans into my mouth, tasting herself, her hands weak but clinging to my shoulders. “You’re a wicked man,” she whispers, a shaky laugh in her voice.
“Damn right I am.” I grin, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And we’re just getting started.”
Her hands tighten in the sheets, knuckles white, and I grin against her, diving back into our kiss, letting my tongue dancewith hers. I pull back from the kiss, her taste lingering on my lips, and catch the way her eyes flicker with a mix of exhaustion and want.
“Ruin me,” she breathes, catching her breath, chest rising and falling. The way she’s looking at me—hungry, despite the way I just wrecked her—makes my blood run hotter. I smirk as I slide my hand down, letting my trousers down, gripping myself.
“Oh, I’ll ruin you, sweet.” I drag the tip against her damp and her hips shift.
She nods, a desperate little sound spilling from her lips, her eyes half-lidded and hazy with want. “Don’t be gentle.”
I chuckle. “Brace yourself, little lamb. I’ll be as rough as you please.”
I press just the tip inside, stretching her slow, and she gasps, her body tensing at the size of me. I groan, easing out some, then back in, just an inch, teasing her with shallow thrusts. Her moans turn crazed, her legs wrapping around my hips, trying to pull me deeper, but I keep it slow, torturing us both. She flinches—small, sharp—and the swell of her goes tight as a drum.
“You all right?”
“Hard, Kodiak,” she whispers, guiding my hips.
“Easy,” I murmur, nipping at her jaw, my voice strained as I fight the urge to bury myself in her. I slide in a little further, then pull back, watching her face—her parted lips, her pink cheeks, the way her eyes flutter shut. “Gonna make you feel every damn bit of me first.”
Her hands claw at my back, nails digging as she tries to pull me deeper. But I’m in control, and she’s gonna feel every second of this. She whimpers, her hips tilting up, chasing, and I can’t help the growl that rumbles in my chest as I sink in to the hilt, feeling her clench around me.
“Bear,” she breathes, her voice breaking.
I think she’s just losing herself in the moment until her hands clutch at me, hard, and a low groan tears from her throat that don’t sound like pleasure at all.
“Bear,” she gasps. “Something’s?—”
