ready."
Simon squeezed the back of her thigh and eased her leg up and out, until his hips sank closer and the blunt head of his cock pressed against her slick channel. Zoe sighed and stroked his sides, gazing up at his intense expression. That wild part of her anticipated, waited.
He nudged into her and Zoe moaned, the sound echoed by Simon as he paused. Zoe's head fell back on the pillow as he stretched her, split her open, and all of her muscles seized up. Simon kissed her again, though he sounded tense. "Relax, baby."
She felt so full already. Felt like he'd invaded every inch of her. But she pulled her knees up until she could wrap her legs around him. Her fingers stroked the back of his neck and she kissed him back. "More."
Simon pressed forward, slow and inevitable, and she shattered. Every nerve ignited until she was lost. Zoe clung to him as Simon started to move, slow and steady, and wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through her. The wild part of her wanted to bite him, to mark him as hers, and for him to bite her. She cried out and moved to meet him, desperate for more. Hunger consumed her and she sank her teeth into his shoulder.
11
Simon
S imon lost control when she bit him. Whatever restraint he'd managed to hold onto disappeared as her bear growled and his bear growled and then lust consumed them both. The soft welcoming warmth of her drove him insane as her channel drew him in, tightened around him. Between her climax and the desperate noises she made and the bright spark of her bite, he was lost. Utterly addicted.
He couldn't stop. Not even if the roof came down around his head. He thrust, driving through the tremors of her orgasm, until his sweat dripped onto her and marked her. Until her scent curled through his brain. Until the feel of her under him, around him, branded onto his body that she was his. His . Always and forever.
As pressure built and he careened toward his own finish, Zoe arched underneath him and her breasts crushed against his chest and she cried out again. Her dark hair spread across his pillow in a tangled mess. Simon groaned and froze above her, filling her, and bit the soft point where her neck met her shoulder. He moved slowly, and collapsed on top of her. Her bear grumbled as Zoe lay still and quiet, eyes half-closed.
Simon loved her with a desperate intensity. His odd little criminal. He kept his weight off her chest as he tried to catch his breath, letting his forehead fall against her shoulder so he could kiss where he'd bitten her. She shivered, her fingers trailing down the small of his back, and she sighed.
He moved to the side, not wanting to lose contact with any of her body, but fearing he would crush her. The sheets rucked up at the foot of the bed, and Simon dragged them up to cover her. He kissed some of the sweat from her forehead, her lip, her cleavage. Loving that some of it was his sweat and she smelled like him. He traced shapes on her stomach, under the sheet, and studied her sated expression. "You're so damn beautiful."
It slipped out before he could think, and he almost regretted it. He should have come up with something poetic or at least not profane.
But a hint of a smile touched her lips. Her green eyes glinted at him in the dim room. "She likes you."
"Who?"
"The bear." A hint of unease drew her eyebrows together, and Simon smoothed his thumb over her forehead.
He wanted to hold his breath after asking his next question, but forced himself to concentrate on her only. She could cut him low with a single word, and that terrified him. "And what about Zoe?"
Her eyes drifted closed but the smile returned. "Zoe likes you too."
"I'm glad." Relief eased the band around his chest and Simon relaxed next to her after making sure she had enough pillows and another blanket to keep her warm. He pulled her close to his chest and pressed his nose in her hair, inhaling her.
Her nose wrinkled as she wiggled next to him, then she yawned and stretched. "But we're