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His
lips curved against her own before he pulled back enough to brush a kiss over her
cheek. Slowly he trailed his lips down over her neck. He nibbled on the tendon
of her neck, then raised his head to give her another kiss. Gripping her hips,
he lifted her up to rub her clit over his cock.

She
shuddered at the contact. “I want you. We’ve just met but son of a biscuit I
want you so badly.”

“I
want to taste you, lick you up, and feast on that slick flesh between your
legs,” he told her with a growl. “Later I plan to when the chances of one or
both of us drowning is removed from the equation.” He pressed his lips to hers
hard. “Take me in, sweetheart, and ride me.”

She
didn’t hesitate. She put her hand on his cock and rubbed it against her clit,
then placed him at the opening of her pussy, pulling back slightly so she could
look him in the eyes. Then she began to slowly slide down on him. She whimpered
once, lifted, then pushed down again because he was much bigger than she’d had
before. “So good.” And he was. He was everything.

“That’s
it, sweetheart, nice and easy. You feel good wrapping around me so damn tight
and hot. Fuck yeah,” he breathed out. He grabbed her ass and rhythmically
squeezed each time she pushed lower.

“Oh
yeah, squeeze my ass, just like that.” She’d never much liked having her ass
squeezed because she had been made to feel as if it was too big, she was too
fat, but with him she felt like she was perfect. Period.

“I
plan to do a lot more with this sweet ass in the future, but that’s all I’m
sharing right now. No need to spoil the surprise. Now ride me, Ophelia. As slow
or as fast as you want.”

“Thank
God.” She began to move on him. “I can’t wait to learn what you want to do with
my ass. Just know I’ve never had anything in there.” She shuddered. “God yes.”
She moaned and began to ride him harder and faster.

“We’ll
work up to it. Damn that makes me hot to think I’ll be the first and only to
take that sweet, tight, virgin hole.” He helped her to stay balanced against
the push and pull from the water in the hot tub each time she rocked on his
cock. His hands continued to mold her ass, and occasionally he’d kiss her, lick
her throat, or nibble on whatever patch of skin caught his attention.

“Teeth.”
She moaned as her pussy tightened on his cock again. “It makes me so fucking
hot to feel your teeth and tongue on my neck.” She wanted more, needed more.
Fucking hell she was aching to have him bite her and she had never wanted to
have anyone bite her before. “And I can’t wait for you to take my ass. God, so
much.”

Jagger
apparently took instruction well because he put his mouth on her throat and
started to torment her. Little nibbles and nips mixed with short strokes of his
tongue. Over and over he repeated the pattern that was driving her crazy. Her
body was quaking, her movements frantic now. “Jagger.” She needed everything
from him. She wanted every single part that he had to give her. “Give me
everything. Show me what your animal needs. Please.” She had to know how he
would make love to her if he was free to be fully himself.

In
a sudden move Jagger stood with her in his arms. He stepped out of the hot tub
and headed for the door with her. Ophelia shivered in his arms until the heat
of the kitchen wrapped around her. She didn’t know where he was taking her, but
it was a fun journey.

She
had her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, her heels on his ass, digging in
tightly. “Fuck that feels so goddamn good,” she heard herself growling against
his ear. She bit the side of his neck, couldn’t help herself. “Wall, fuck,
hard.” She was losing herself.

Ophelia
found her back to the wall, one of his hands in her hair, tugging her head
back. Then he was devouring her mouth while thrusting hard. All she could do
was hold on for the ride.

She
loved everything that he was doing. Every thrust of his body into hers, every
hard tug on her hair. “God yes. Never thought I would like rough, hard, but I
do. So much.”

He
let out a low growl that had her whole body sitting up and paying attention.
Another tug to her hair and he pulled her head to the side, then put his mouth
back on her neck. This time he scraped his teeth over her skin before settling
in place where shoulder met neck.

She
felt the bite of pain but goddamn she loved it. “Fucking hell, yes!” She tugged
him closer. “More, please,” she begged him in desperation.

Jagger
thrust harder, their flesh slapping against one another over and over. When she
felt the orgasm trying to take hold he sank his teeth into her neck. Flesh
broke under the sharp edges and she let go.

Ophelia’s
orgasm rolled over her so hard that she was certain she was going to black out.
She screamed, her whole body going tight and her pussy clenching his cock so
hard she was praying she didn’t hurt him. His name came as a sob from her lips
as she flew apart.

One
last thrust and she felt a shudder roll through his body. Jagger threw his head
back to let out a roar while he spilled inside her body. Another shudder and he
leaned into her, resting his cheek to hers.

It
was impossible, she knew it was, but she felt him swelling inside of her pussy
and she sobbed. He filled her to the brim and beyond, triggering another
orgasm. His seed ran down her thighs and she was so freaking happy that he was
holding her up because she would have melted into a puddle otherwise. “Way too
soon for only knowing you a day
…
but
I think I might love you.” She wasn’t certain because to be honest she didn’t
know what the emotion felt like but she knew she felt something deep, powerful,
and all-consuming for him that she had never felt before.

“We
can work on that,” he said. Huffing out a breath, Jagger pressed a hand to the
wall and levered back enough that they could look at one another. “Right now my
main focus is not falling down on the floor. In a minute I’ll even attempt to
walk. Maybe we can try this again in my bed if you’re interested.”

“I’m
glad that you’re the one who’s having to hold us up because I wouldn’t be able
to stand on my own if I tried.” She had her cheek to his shoulder and smiled.
“Do you need to let me go so that we can both collapse on the floor so we can
get our energy back and be able to crawl up to your bed?”

“Hell
no, I only need another minute to make sure my knees won’t collapse. I’ll get
us to the bed, and then you shouldn’t plan to leave it for a while.” He pressed
a kiss to her lips and shifted her in his arms before stepping back. Turning,
he headed for the stairs.

“Can
you grab me some water? I’m so ready to stay in bed for the rest of the night
and day.” She never wanted to leave it as long as she had him with her.

“I
can do that, and snacks, too. I don’t want you getting low on energy. You’ll
need lots for all I have planned with you. While I’m doing that what do you
plan to do, out of curiosity?” he asked. He hit the top floor and turned to
take her to the master bedroom.

“Well
I was thinking of lying back in the bed and either toying with my nipples or
rubbing my clit. Do you have a preference for what you would rather have me
doing when you come back to me?” she asked him with a smile.

“You
can pet your clit, but I don’t want it too sensitive since I plan to put my mouth
on it and suck hard. I’ll be upset if you go and mess up my plans, sweetheart.”
He grinned down at her, then took her to the bed to drop her down. Jagger
followed to box her in and kiss her hard. “Be good and you can have my cock
again for an orgasm. Be bad and you’ll have to wait.”

“Oh
I will do all that I can to be very, very good. I need your cock again.” Her
fingers lightly touched his cheeks and stroked down his chest. “Just don’t get
too soft while you’re down getting snacks and water for us.”

He
let out a snort. “I’ve been hard for you since we met. Any time we’re close I
can barely function through the lack of blood flow in my brain.” Jagger pressed
another kiss to her lips before he pushed off the bed. Ophelia got to watch the
man,
her
man walk away, thoroughly
enjoying the play of muscle under the tanned flesh.

“Holy
shitballs, you are smokin’.” She was fanning herself when she spoke to him but
knew that he hadn’t heard her. At least, she didn’t think he had heard her,
until she heard him laughing. “You weren’t supposed to hear that!”

It
only made him laugh harder and louder. She listened to the sound trail off
through the house. It was a great sound and one she hoped to hear often.

Chapter Nine

Soft
sounds reached him from the hall. Knowing it was Ophelia making her way to the
kitchen, Jagger moved to the coffee pot to pour her a cup. She would likely
need it. He’d kept her up late and woke her several times through the night. He
was fucking insatiable for her. “Good morning, sweetheart.” Handing her the mug
handle first, he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Sit your cute ass down and
get to work on the coffee. Breakfast is still five minutes out. I hope you like
French toast.”

“Good
morning.” She took the cup from him, barely even looking at him. He waited
until she had taken several drinks before he even nudged her. “Love French
toast.” She did, however, move in closer to him and give him a kiss on the
cheek before she walked away. The little minx patted his ass when she walked
past him, too. Brat would pay for that one.

“Cute,”
he muttered. Letting her settle down with her coffee, he got back to the
business of making her breakfast. Maybe he’d let her have a nap later. He might
even let her actually sleep. He’d likely have to since she didn’t have his
stamina and he didn’t want her getting worn down.

Four
minutes later he loaded up two plates and took them to the table. He slid one
in front of her and set the other in the spot to her right. After refilling
both their mugs, Jagger sat down next to her, making sure his thigh brushed up
against hers. He waited until she took her first bites.

“God
this looks good,” she told him after setting down the half-empty cup of coffee.
“Smells amazing, too.”

“Eat
up. Later we’ll take a nap, one where I’ll let you actually sleep. Right now
you need to get some food into your body. I think I might have worn you out.”
And he was feeling only slightly guilty about that. He liked the idea of
wearing his woman out on a regular basis.

“I
think you might have, too, but God what an amazing way to be worn out.”

Giving
her a kiss, Jagger lingered for a moment before pulling back. She really did
need to eat. They also had a few things to talk about, like the fact he’d
bonded them together. Which she probably didn’t even realize had happened when
he’d bitten her the night before during their first round up against the wall.
“You have a look on your face like you’re really not certain about anything
right now, either that or you look like you’re trying to figure out how to tell
me something so how about you just tell me and get it over with?”

He
should’ve known better. Ophelia had proven at least once that she was a pro at
reading him. Why he was surprised she knew something was up, he couldn’t even
guess. He just had to come out and say it. “Remember last night when we got
frisky in the tub and I got us out of there so we didn’t drown? The good stuff
up against the wall, and then I bit you. I’m sure there’s a better way to go
about this but I’m going off the cuff here. I bonded you to me. It was
instinctual for the bear to want his mate permanently. Does that make any sense
or am I just babbling?” He could see it the moment what he had said clicked in
her head. “Wait, what? Bonded? As in, forever?” He saw the panic on her face. “What
if you don’t like me in a week? What happens then? Jesus, I was engaged and he
tossed me away literally a week before we were to be married. What if you get
tired of me?” He could hear her panic, but more than that her fear of not being
enough for him.

Immediately
Jagger lifted her into his lap and hugged her. “You are my mate, Ophelia. The
universe has chosen you for me, and there is no one more right for who I am.
Today, tomorrow, and forty years from now you will still be my only one. You
were created specifically for me as I was for you. I am never, ever going to
toss you away, sweetheart.”

“This
isn’t because of what I said last night, is it?” Oh for the love of all that
was holy she had tears in her eyes. “Because I said I think I do. I think I do
because I have never really known what that was so what if it isn’t right? What
if it was just me being too horny or lack of sex or, are you sure?” She
sniffed. Dammit she was sniffing with tears tracking down her cheeks.

“Ophelia,
you spoke from the heart. I expect nothing less from you at all times,
sweetheart. And yes I’m sure. The bear is, too, if you were curious, and he’s
really the one calling all the shots. But I am fully on board with it because I
adore you. Now no more crying, please.” Damn well made him uncomfortable to the
nth degree. Wiping her cheeks, he pressed a kiss to each side. “You are it for
me from now until the end of time.”

“I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset, too,” she muttered and moved even
closer to him. “The last thing I ever want to do is make you upset.” She took a
deep breath. He couldn’t help but look down at her chest and watch her breasts
rise and fall. “I’ve never felt that emotion and now you are telling me that
we’re bonded forever. I don’t want to mess this up.”

“You
won’t. Have a little faith in yourself and in me. A relationship takes two
people. You be open and honest with me and I will be the same. Yes, sometimes
the truth fucking sucks, but it’s better than any lie. And if you can’t talk
about it, or aren’t ready yet, say so. I’ll respect that.” Jagger rubbed his
hand up and down her leg, enjoying the sensation of her smooth skin under his
palm. He wasn’t normally the touchy feely sort, but with her he couldn’t stop
from wanting to stroke and pet her. “We’ll make it work because we want this,
together.”

She
nodded, curling into him like a kitten. “I love it when you touch me. When you
stroke your fingers over my skin. That’s a truth that you can keep close. I
love being touched by you. Sometimes I feel like you are petting me when you
do. It’s pretty awesome.”

“I
am petting you, sweetheart. Touch grounds us, and when it has the added sensual
bonus of being our mate it’s even deeper and more profound. And you can pet me
whenever you feel the need. It will probably freak several people I know right
the hell out if you do it around them, and personally I can’t wait to see their
reactions. Now, are we okay to finish breakfast, or should I keep stroking this
lovely, silky skin of yours?”

“Well
then I’m so going to pet you every single time that I can,” she told him and
rubbed her cheek to his neck. She then moved out of his lap, much to his
displeasure. “Food. I need fuel so that we can get back to bed. We’ll burn off
the calories.”

“After
you have a nap.” He let his fingers trail off her arm before he picked up his
fork again. Once she started to eat he dug back into his own plate. He didn’t
bug her while she was eating, especially since once she got going she really
didn’t seem inclined to stop for anything. Even breathing, apparently. “You do
know this isn’t a race. You can pace yourself.”

“I
know, I’m trying to slow down but to be honest
…
”
He saw the hesitation, then the telltale bracing of her shoulders. She was
going to say something that would piss him off, he just knew it. “Before I had
to eat fast because if I didn’t it would be taken away by the ex. I was only
allowed to eat certain foods and if he found me eating something like this it
would piss him off and he would trash it. I’m trying to slow down, though, I
promise.”

Jagger
had to bite back his angry response because it wasn’t Ophelia he wanted to yell
at. No, that was for her ex, right before he pounded on the asshole for hurting
her. Reaching over, he rubbed a finger to her cheek. “No one will take anything
away from you. If they do, you let me know and I will guarantee they regret it
for however long I let them keep breathing. No one hurts my mate, we clear?”

“Thank
you for that.” He was thankful that she liked food as much as he did so that
was something. “And yes, we are clear. No one hurts my mate either,” she added,
which just had him grinning.

“Good
to know, sweetheart.” He gave her cheek another gentle stroke before pulling
his hand away. Getting up, he collected the carafe and refilled their mugs one
more time.

“So
nap time now. Tomorrow you can take me to your shop so I can look over your
financials and figure out just how much trouble I’m going to have with you.”

“Why
am I getting trouble already? You haven’t even seen the slightly messy state of
the office and the records, and yet you are judging. Tsk, tsk, Ophelia. At
least wait until you realize how bad some of the handwriting is before you flip
out. Have something as a basis so it sounds better. Finish your bacon and then
I’m taking you back to bed.”

“Bacon.”
He was glad she had told him that she loved the stuff. “And bed with my bear.
Three
b’s
that I think I’m so going to love for the rest of time.” She
popped one last piece of bacon into her mouth, then rose and took her dishes to
the sink. He was sure that he would have gotten more shit because he bonded
them but she seemed to be going with it like a champ.

Tempted
though he was to question her about it, he figured he’d let it go, at least for
the time being. Later he might broach the subject again. Finishing off his
coffee, he cleared the table of his dishes and the other breakfast items. Then
he kept his promise and took his mate back to bed for a long, lazy day of
relaxation.