Page 72 of His UnBearable Touch

Her hands reached out and grabbed onto his shoulders for support.

“More,” she demanded, “I need you against my skin.”

His hands grasped the neckline of her dress and a moment later she offered up a silent prayer of thanks that the fabric gave under the needy pressure of his hands. Peeling her top from her shoulders to her elbows, he reached his arms around her, leaning her forward from the wall into his open embrace as he opened the back of her bra and brought it down her arms to settled against the fabric of her dress.

She felt his hesitation and smiled. “I can stand.” And instead of waiting for him to argue, she shifted her position on the bench and stood. She might have shocked him, but he recovered well, peeling her dress down to her waist where his thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her panties and drew the rest of her clothes down to her feet.

Before she could sit back down, she felt his hands on her hips and wondered again how he could make her feel so loved and desired, and that was before she felt the reverent kiss he placed on her belly.

“I want a family with you, Allegra. How truly beautiful our children will be with your heart and your beauty.”

She blushed at the compliment and sought to reassure him as well. “How brave they will be because of you.”

She moaned as she felt his tongue sweep over her skin, licking the moisture from her skin.

“If they have your courage, Allegra, then they will truly be gifted.” She felt him tremble through his hands on her skin. “I have never known such terror,” he laid himself bare before her, “I could only see one outcome of the moment. I needed you back in my arms. And if I had to kill hundreds of men to save you, then I would have done it.” He shook his head and she felt the soft brush of his hair against her belly. “I was not brave,” the words stumbled across his tongue, “I was desperate to save your life, for you hold mine in your hands, Allegra. Without you, I would be empty.”

She lifted her hand and set it on the top of his head and then comb it through his hair until she cupped his cheek in her palm. “The same would have been true for me, Valerio.” She couldn’t stop the hitch in her voice. “Take me to bed, my love… my mate. Fill me until we’re sure, so delightfully sure, that we’ve begun both our lives together and our new family.”

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He stood and easily lifted her against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He wanted to wait until they’d reached the bed, but she’d pulled her lower lip in between her teeth and angled her hips against him, touching her full curve of her luscious backside against the sensitive tip of his erection.

“Love you,” the words growled from his lips. He shifted her slightly and lowered her over his thick length until he felt her body swallow the tip of him and ripple against him, “need you.”

“Then have me, Valerio,” she rolled her hips and took him deeper in her body. “Now.”

He kissed her, not just as a distraction, but because he needed to taste her and have his tongue stroke hers until his body could take over.

He laid her out beneath him, cushioned by the comforter that had been left on the bed. Valerio shifted his hold on her, cupping the rounded swell of her behind in both hands he held her in place as he began the long slide into her tight body. The single stroke only ended when he felt himself fully seated in his mate.

The bear roared his satisfaction as Valerio held still inside of her. Her body welcomed his, wet and tight around his thickness. He felt her wiggle a little, and the grip of her walls eased enough to let him pull back. He felt her close around him, holding tight to the tip of his cock as if she was afraid he’d pull all the way out of her.

“Easy, my love,” he groaned and slide back into her tight sheath, “I’m not leaving you.”

She shook her head from one side to the other. “I’m not leaving again,” she groaned and he felt a ripple of sensation along his erection. “Faster, Valerio, harder. Don’t hold back.”

He heard the need in her voice and felt the same hunger for her. She’d given herself into his care and taken his own love into her heart for safekeeping. There was nothing that he would ever deny her, not when she brought him such joy.

He leaned over her, thrust into her, and as their hands caressed each other, they wrought such infinite pleasure from each other’s bodies that when they collapsed, boneless into each other’s arms, they didn’t need a single word to speak, all they had to do was touch.