The Billionbear's Bride: BBW Bear Shifter BWWM Paranormal Romance by Zoe Chant Read Free Book Online Page A

attention to her, wanted to know what she liked and listened for it the way Bruce was doing.
    The white silk pooled at her feet, around her shoes, and her bra went, too. She found herself glad she'd worn the fancy stuff on a hopeful whim. Bruce knelt in front of her. In his eyes, there was no judgment or disgust at the curves her body; there was only desire, the strong, steady pull between them that Violet had felt since the day they had met. His gaze roamed appreciatively over her.
    "Beautiful," he repeated again, and Violet's heart clenched. His hands stroked over her calves and lifted up one foot so he could ease it out of its fancy shoe, setting it aside gently. He brushed the inside of her ankle with a kiss, and the feeling of his lips lingered long afterward.  After giving her foot a gentle squeeze, he repeated the process with the other.
    The gentleness of the gesture stole Violet's breath away. By the time he was done with her shoes, she was ready for him to take her.
    But apparently he wasn't there yet—he was going to draw it out. He placed light, teasing kisses on the insides of her knees, trailing up her thighs, until she was shaking for him.
    She found herself whispering his name. "Bruce, Bruce —"
    In answer, he growled, the sound rumbling out of his chest—almost animal-like. The sound vibrated into her skin, dazed her, swallowed her up with its obvious need.
    He pulled her lace panties down over her hips, which she lifted for him. Then she was bare before him.
    The tips of his fingers traced her outer lips, which were already slippery with her arousal. Wanton, she spread her knees wider. His eyes drank in the sight of her, full of desire. No, need . She knew: in his eyes, she was beautiful.
    They both gasped when he sank his fingers into her. Crying out, Violet arched off the bed, consumed by him. His fingers roamed inside her, pressed in all the right places, as she struggled to keep it together. He set a rhythm, stroking with his fingers and circling her tender bud—just where she needed him, as if he could read her mind.
    She couldn't hold it together, hold in her cry. "Bruce!"
    Her whole body was shivering with pleasure, reacting to every touch. Violet was nearly there, almost at the edge—just one more stroke and she would—
    Then he pulled back.
    She gasped, looking down at him with a confused expression. He licked his fingers clean—she had never thought that was hot before, but there was a first time for everything—and gave her an apologetic kiss.
    "I was right about the sadist thing," Violet whispered when they pulled apart. Her voice was shaky and shallow.
    Bruce trailed kisses along her jaw. "Not a sadist," he murmured, and then in a sinful tone: "Just want to see you come on my cock."
    Oh . Well, then.
    "Your turn," she said, reaching for his shirt.
    He let her unbutton him, her fingers trailing down his chest as it became exposed inch by inch. His breathing became shallow as she ran her fingers over his collarbone.
    Just as she'd expected, he was well muscled: his arm flexed under her touch, and he glistened in the dim light. Like an Adonis. And he was hers. At least for tonight.
    Violet pushed all other thoughts away. If this was going to be their one night together, she had better make the most of it.
    He was already hard by the time she pushed his shirt over his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Biting her lip, she reached for his belt. She unthreaded it slowly, taking her time. Savoring it. Peeling his zipper down tooth by tooth, she let him have a little taste of his own medicine. He was flushed, his eyes dark with arousal, and nearly panting by the time she wrapped her hand around his hard shaft.
    It was huge; her hand seemed tiny in comparison. He groaned her name—" Violet ," and she'd never heard anything so amazing in her life, she was already on the edge again just from that—and pushed himself into her tight grip. He would feel so good inside her.
    "I need you," he