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

said, and there was a gasp behind his words. Rising, he kicked off his shoes and pants, and leaned down to kiss her again.
    This kiss was less gentle—it was forceful, full of need. His tongue probed her mouth, as if looking for her innermost secrets, and she opened up to him fully like a flower blooming.
    They fell back on the bed together, their bodies entwined.  His cock was hard, jutting against her inner thigh, and she was so ready she could hardly stand it.
    "Bruce—" she gasped out.
    He braced himself above her; his imposing figure making her feel dwarfed—and making her shiver in anticipation. Hearing her need, he took her in one powerful thrust.
    Violet cried out again. He was hot and hard and heavy inside her. And so big . His shaft massaged her inner walls, sending sparks of pure pleasure through her core.
    He groaned, and drew back to thrust into her again. This time her hips rose eagerly to meet his, and she wrapped her legs around him.
    She couldn't help the moan that issued from her lips as he pumped into her, steady and sure. His head ducked as he fastened his mouth around one nipple again and sucked hard, making her arch into him.
    Her pleasure rose to new heights as he changed the angle, hitting that spot just right, over and over, and she'd never been with anyone like this, anyone so attentive and good , anyone who made her body feel such fireworks, anyone who felt so unexplainably right.
    He took one of her hands in one of his, lacing their fingers together and pressing their hands into the silk sheets. That was it—she clenched around him and screamed, her brain going white in her climax.
    Bruce groaned her name as she came. " Violet —" Spurred on by her own orgasm, or just by lucky timing, the rhythm of his hips grew erratic and she felt him come, pulsing inside her. Violet held him as he did, running her hand through his hair and stroking his back through it.
    "Violet," he murmured again in her ear when their breathing and heart-races had slowed. She was still stroking his back, too euphoric to think. He kissed her again, stroking her face—a little clumsy, but she was too satisfied to care. His touch stayed with her until they fell asleep.
     

Chapter Six
     
    Bruce
     
    Bruce rose hazily from sleep. Waking up was usually hard—to a lonely bed and an empty home.
    But not today. He was intimately aware of his mate by his side, even without opening his eyes—he would know her scent anywhere, delicate lavender and honey.
    He moved toward her warmth, seeking her skin. He wanted to get his fill of her. Without thinking he curled his arm around her, pressed his chest to her back, and buried h
is
nose in her hair.
    The early morning atmosphere was hushed and quiet, like there was no one else in the world, and they had it all to themselves.
    Murmuring, she shifted back against him so that every possible square inch of their skin was touching. His hand stroked gently over her bare curves. All that soft, silky skin—he couldn't help it.
    When she exhaled, she let out a breathy moan, igniting a fire in Bruce's loins. There was nothing in this world better than his mate's instinctive response to him, he decided. He was already hard, his cock trapped between their bodies with a delicious pressure.
    Then she really woke up—she turned around, bleary-eyed, and her eyes widened in more than just surprise.
    "Oh, no," she said, her voice rough with sleep but alert.
    Bruce's heart stuttered in his chest. He didn't know what he'd expected in her reaction, but it wasn't that .
    "Violet—" he began, but she was already rolling out of bed, her back to him, and he didn't know what to say.
    She scrambled around for her clothes, her breathing quick and anxious. Bruce's heart constricted. Over her shoulder she said, "Could I have the room?" Her voice was almost too steady—like she was trying to hold something in.
    He wanted to reach for her, to comfort her and soothe whatever ache she was feeling. "Violet, what's