There’s no more fear, no more hesitation.Just the two of us, tangled together, our bodies moving in perfect synchrony.The ache in my chest is replaced by an overwhelming sense of rightness.This is where I’m supposed to be—the world has finally aligned.
As Blade’s movements grow more urgent, more intense, I can feel the tension building, coiling in my stomach.My breath comes in shallow gasps, my body reaching for him, desperate for release.And when it comes, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt—pleasure, raw and all-encompassing, crashing over me in waves.I cry out his name, my body arching beneath him as the world goes white, leaving only the feeling of Blade holding me, loving me, making me feel as if I’m the only woman alive.
He groans my name, the sound of his voice deep and rough as he follows me into the release, his body stiffening before collapsing against me.We lay there for a moment, breathless and tangled together, the world outside forgotten.
Blade pulls out of me, and I can’t help the whimper of protest that escapes my lips.The sudden loss of him and my world shifts, leaving me with an ache I can’t ignore.But before I can fully register the emptiness, Blade scoops me up in his strong arms, carrying me effortlessly into the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”I ask, confusion clouding my thoughts as I try to steady my breathing.
He chuckles, his lips brushing against my temple.“Getting us ready for round two.”
“Round two?”I echo, my voice still a little shaky.“You know, that was pretty good.”
Blade places me on the vanity then turns on the shower, his hands moving with purpose before his gaze meets mine, intense and focused.
“Pretty good?We can do better than that.”
My heart flutters at the challenge in his voice, but there’s something deeper in his eyes that pulls me in.I know this is more than just physical.It’s about trust and how far we’ve come together.
He separates my legs gently and positions himself between them.Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him, feeling his warmth, his strength, and the overwhelming sense that he’s here with me, completely.He lifts me and carries me into the shower.
“Fuck,” he mutters softly, and his voice is thick with desire.But when he looks at me, there’s tenderness there too—a softness that says more than words could ever explain.
“What?”I ask, barely able to catch my breath.
“Can’t you feel how hard I am already?”His voice is low, rough with need, but there’s something about the way he says it, as if he’s sharing something vulnerable, letting me in.
Smiling, I tease, “You did say round two.”
“At this rate, there’ll be a round three.”His voice is playful, but his eyes are full of something deeper, something I can’t ignore.
“Three?Really?”I ask, a laugh slipping from me, the sound light and free despite everything we’ve been through.It feels good to be here with him.
“Bear shifters have stamina.”He grins, his teeth flashing, and I can’t help but smile back.
But the playful mood quickly shifts when he moves, sliding into me once more.The deep connection between us, the way his body fits against mine, fills me with something indescribable, an overwhelming sense of beingfound.I’ve always been meant for him.His touch is a blend of passion and care, and with each movement, I can feel his emotions as much as my own.
“I need more of you,” I pant, my words trembling with the intensity of what’s happening between us.
He groans, the sound low and raw.“It’s the pull.In the beginning, it’s all-consuming, or so I’ve been told.”
His words catch me off-guard, but I can feel it—the pull.That invisible thread that’s drawn us together, making everything feel amplified.I want to be with him in every sense of the word, and at this moment, I can’t imagine anything else.
His fingers dig into my skin as he increases his pace.There’s nothing but this connection, this intimacy.His love.His need.
And for the first time, I realize that this isn’t just about the physical.It’s about a bond that neither of us can fully explain, but both of us feel deeply.Blade and I are no longer two separate beings.We’re intertwined, soul-deep, in a way I never thought possible.
“Look at me,” he orders.
My eyes must have closed as he pumped in and out of me.
“Good girl.Keep them open.I want you to see what you do to me and how much I love you, Hannah Greer.”
I gasp as he moves faster, faster than any man I’ve been with ever has.But he’s not a man—he’smybear.
With a growl, his seed fills me, and his face goes slack, but his eyes stay glued to mine.Once again, he pulls out, and I gasp at the loss of him.My feet hit the tiles, but my legs wobble as if made from Jell-O.
Blade smirks.“Can you stay upright?”
