Free Curve Charm (Paranormal BBW Erotic Romance) by Christa Wick

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    Feeling the hard poke of his cock against her wrist, her chest swelled with hope. The magic wasn't just working. It was really, really working. Muscles that had wasted almost to nothing thickened beneath her touch. The veins receded, their color a faint bluish green beneath his skin.
    Taking control of the healing session, Dana flipped Esme onto her back. Completely naked beneath the fur blanket, he wanted to equalize the situation.
    Immediately.
    Fingers that couldn't twist a juice cap that morning deftly unthreaded the buttons on her blouse. Pushing the fabric to Esme's sides, he paused to look into her sea green gaze. Watching her cautiously, he bit at his bottom lip. "You said love ."
    She nodded, acknowledging she had, indeed, called Dana love . "I said mate , too."
    His eyes fluttered shut. His head dropped to nuzzle between her full breasts. Covering the valley with wet, sucking kisses, he slid his hands beneath her to unhook her bra. Eager to be just as naked as her mate, she helped Dana relieve her of the rest of her clothes.
    Bare flesh against bare flesh, he lightly cupped the sides of her face. "I've been a complete bastard."
    She nodded, knowing it wasn't right to lie to her mate. But acknowledging it wasn't the full truth. She cupped his face in return. "And I've been an absolute bitch."
    Dana shook his head, his denial sincere. "You didn't give me any hell I didn't deserve."
    Esme's chest tightened painfully. She didn't want to cry, but he had to know. "Neither of us deserved it, love. It just was."
    Dana kissed away her tears, his hands exploring her body at a leisurely pace. With her tears erased, his lips moved down to her mouth. He teased her lips apart with little licks and a gentle sucking, his fingers mimicking the motions between her thighs.
    A kiss, the first one she could admit to wanting. Relaxing into the pillow, Esme draped her arms around his shoulders. Letting him control the kiss, she voiced her approval with soft throaty moans. Against her legs, Dana's cock competed with his hand. The long, fat shaft rubbed at her thigh as his fingers stroked her pussy. His thumb massaging her clit, he eased two fingers into her moist channel.
    When she squeezed at them, Dana moaned into her mouth, the press of his lips harder. His hips took up an insistent little grind. Between breaths, Esme managed a small plea. "I want you in me."
    Breaking the kiss, Dana smiled at her and slowly shook his head. "Not until I've tasted you again."
    Her brain melted at the thought. Dana licking and sucking at the juncture of her thighs, her hands free to squeeze her heavy breasts, milking more pleasure as the pressure against her clit built to an uncontainable ecstasy. "Yes," she breathed out, already squirming at the idea.
    Chuckling, Dana moved down her lush body, his gaze mischievous when he halted at her breasts. "I didn't say what I wanted to taste."
    Hoping he intended to sample everything, she moaned as he sucked one swollen nipple into his mouth. His fingers slid deeper inside her pussy, the knuckles gently dragging inside her as he rotated and emerged covered in her juices. His fingertips slid lower to wetly rub at her anus.
    With a whimper of need, Esme forced her thighs further apart, encouraging him to explore exactly where he wanted to. Her body's response ripped a growl from Dana. Abandoning her breast, he disappeared further down the bed until the hot seal of his mouth took possession of her clit. His fingers, slick with her cream, pushed at her anus to slowly coax the muscles of her ass into submission.
    Crying out in pleasure, Esme threaded her fingers through his hair. Her hips danced, taking shallow dips, making minute rotations as he gently finger fucked her ass. Bullying the pearl hiding under her clit into complete surrender, Dana multiplied his mate's pleasure.
    Soft, fervent whispers of yes and there and ohgoddessyesyesyes told him her release was almost upon her. Backing off from the pressure on