He stared at my mouth and then lowered his face again, so his lips brushed along mine. I lifted my head slightly, needing that pressure against my lips.
“You are my mate and I am in control,” he said softly and pulled back an inch. “Right now, give yourself to me, give everything to me, Bethany.” He moved his head to the crook of my neck, ran the tip of his nose up the length of my throat, and inhaled deeply. “Yes, I need all of you.”
“You have me,” I answered immediately.
He slowly lifted his head and stared down at me. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at his mouth, wanting his lips back on mine.
“Zakari. Please.” I clearly wasn’t above begging at this point.
A satisfied sound left him. He ground his very hard erection into me again, and a small sound of desire left me, something I couldn’t have stopped even if I wanted to.
I didn’t care that this was fast, intense, or that I knew how this night would end, that I’d be in his bed, under Zakari, his cock stretching me, filling me.
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He went back to sucking, licking at my throat, this gruff sound leaving him continuously. He was grinding himself against me, over and over again until I knew I could get off from this alone.
“Yes,” he said low, needy.
A shiver worked through me at the very knowledge that I was about to be claimed, fully mated by this grizzly bear.
He pulled back and was off me in a matter of seconds. I still lay there, staring up at him as he started getting undressed. He took off his shirt first, showing me his chest covered in short dark hair. His pectoral muscles were defined, his abdomen ribbed with rolling hills.
He still had his jeans on, but the very stiff, very defined erection lying across one of his thighs, pressed against the denim, had my mouth watering.
“You see what you do to me?”
I lifted my gaze from his crotch to stare into his face.
“You see how fucking hard you make me?” I lowered my gaze back down just in time to see him grabbing himself, curling his fingers around the outline of his dick, moving his palm up and down the length.
I couldn’t speak, so I nodded my answer, wanting nothing more than for him to tear the clothes from my body like a barbarian. “I—” Before I could finish my sentence, Zakari let out this low, deep sound and reached down to help me off the ground.
I stood there for only a second before I saw the flash of Zakari’s bear move to the surface. In the next moment, he had my clothes off, the tattered remains being torn precisely, meticulously from my body. He had his hands on my hips, his nails claws, that needle-like pressure able to cut me in two, yet he held me so gently.
And here I stood, naked, ready … willing.
He lowered his gaze down my breasts, over my belly, and stopped at my pussy. I couldn’t breathe. He slowly lifted his gaze from between my legs and looked back to my face. His eyelids were so low that his irises looked like slivers of glowing blue between them. He reached out, cupped the mounds of my breasts in his large hands, and pulled my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
I cried out as pleasure slammed into me so powerfully my knees almost buckled.
He pulled me in close, his hand tangled in my hair, and tilted my head back. Zakari devoured my mouth, pushed his tongue between the seam of my lips, and made me taste all of him. He had a hint of smoky maleness, a spicy cinnamon tang, and a prowess that had my knees weak.
Just as I was about to beg again, he pulled away and had me in his arms. A gasp of surprise left me. He strode to the bedroom, kicked the door open with his foot, and had me on the mattress a second later.
Right now, he was more animal than man.
I was so ready for this. I anticipated how rough he’d be.
“You’re mine.”
Yeah, I was.
There was no going back, no trying to pretend that I could actually leave this town, leave Zakari when this was all said and done.
“Christ.” He stared right in my eyes. “I’m going to claim you so fucking hard.”
“Yes,” I found myself saying.