With Tory still wrapped around him, Pierce walked them both to the bedroom, a wave of emotion crashing inside him. The way she tasted, smelled, felt under his touch was a powerful cocktail, and he could hardly believe what was happening.

My mate. All mine, the bear inside him growled.

They tumbled into bed together, a tangle of limbs, hands tugging at clothes. Pierce’s shirt was easy enough to get off, and so was his belt. But Tory’s dress had a zipper on the back, meaning he had to flip her over to get her out of it.

She giggled as he turned her over, running his hands up her amazing ass to the start of the zipper. He tugged at it, easily splitting the dress in two. Dipping his hands beneath the fabric, he ran his fingers down her bare skin, pushing the dress down in the process.

It bunched up near her waist, and she lifted her hips to let him pull it off, wiggling her ass in the process. He tossed the dress aside – beautiful as it had been on her, a naked Tory was a much more tempting sight.

Tory turned over onto her back, now only in her underwear and stockings. Biting her lip, she looked down at herself, seeming to struggle with something for a moment. Kneeling over her in his half-buttoned jeans, he stilled, studying her.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I…” she hesitated. “I have scars,” she finally admitted. “From the accident.”

“And you think I care about that?” Pierce asked.

“Not that exactly,” she replied. “But I’ve always kept them hidden. Only my doctor has really seen them.”

Sliding his hand onto one of her legs, feeling the fabric of the black stocking beneath his skin, Pierce looked at her, listening to her uneven breathing. Of course she would have trouble showing anyone the marks representing the end of her career as a professional dancer.

But that wasn’t how he thought of them.

“We can leave them on if you’d like,” he said, sliding his hand up to massage her thigh. “I don’t think you should hide them away, though. They’re signs of what you’ve been through, and a reminder you’ve come out on the other side.”

Tory looked at him, some emotion he couldn’t name flitting across her face. Finally, she seemed to relax, letting her head fall on the pillows behind her.

“You can take them off,” she said, her attention focusing on his hands.

Slowly, he moved his fingers to the band of the stockings, rolling it down. Smooth, pale skin came into view as he tugged it down before moving to the other leg. He could see her tense a little as he started removing the stocking on that one.

He let his fingers graze along the sides of her thigh as he carefully pulled it off. The scars she had warned him about started just above her knee, a long line of white, shiny skin that stretched down to her shin. Around it, smaller dots of scarred tissue speckled the skin around her knee, almost as if in an arranged pattern.

When he got to her foot, he found a scar over her ankle as well, in a curve around the bone. Carefully, he traced a finger around the edge of it, glancing over at Tory. Her eyes were hazy as her gaze roamed across his bare chest, her worry about the scars seemingly forgotten.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, drawing a smile from her.

“Scars and all?” she asked, and he had a feeling she was talking about more than just skin.

“Scars and all,” he nodded, casting the stockings aside.

Bending down, he moved between her thighs, pushing her knees open. Tory let out a soft sigh as he pressed his fingers against the lace fabric of her panties, slowly sliding them up and down her slit.

She was already so wet for him, making his erection throb painfully against the zipper of his pants. With a growl in his throat, he pulled the panties off her, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Tory squirmed when he started kissing around her pussy, inching closer to her clit.

He could hear her heart thud in her chest as he spread her open with his tongue, and he couldn’t help but grin to himself. Her pleasure was his pleasure, and he could easily taste her all night and do nothing more if that’s what she wanted.

Focusing his attention on her clit, he pulled her legs onto his shoulders, rubbing his tongue against her sensitive nub. Listening to her body, he slowly built up the pressure and pace, pulling back whenever it seemed like she was getting too close to the edge.

It wasn’t long before the bedroom was filled with Tory’s moans and her thighs were clamped around his head. Pierce kept teasing her, until her hips bucked against his mouth.

“Oh, god,” Tory whimpered, writhing on the bed.

It seemed her patience had run out, though, as she pulled away, scooting back on the bed only to lean forward and tug at his pants. He obliged, shucking them off and throwing them to the floor, along with his underwear.

A soft groan escaped Tory’s lips when she reached out to wrap her fingers around his shaft. His cock twitched at her touch, pure desire boiling in his veins. When she ran her thumb over the tip, he couldn’t help but moan.

Pushing her back down on the bed, he kissed his way up to her breasts, his erection pressing against her pussy. Her skin was soft and warm beneath his mouth, and he loved the way she trembled when he pushed her bra aside and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.

Wriggling, Tory nudged him onto his back, throwing a leg over his waist. Straddling him, she gave Pierce a lazy smile as she unhooked her bra and slowly slid it off. He took his time admiring her hourglass shape, memorizing every soft curve of her amazing body.

Lifting her lips, Tory looked right at him as she took his cock in her hand and guided it to her pussy. Pierce gripped onto her hips as she slowly lowered herself, sending an overwhelming sensation surging through his body.

She sank onto him, inch by inch, her face contorting in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her pussy was tight and wet around his cock, and he was careful to let her set her own pace. Splaying her hands on his chest, she took it slow, working her way up to taking all of him inside her.

Pierce couldn’t help but moan when he was finally buried inside her, his toes curling as she started to move on top of him. Her hair falling onto her shoulders, Tory slowly rode his cock, working her hips, her lips parted and her eyes squeezing shut.

She had never been more gorgeous than in that moment, unraveling, letting go and surrendering herself to the passion between them. His hands roamed her body, moving from her hips and up her sides to cup her breasts. Her spine jerked when he twisted her nipples between his fingers, and their moans mixed in the dark room.

Pierce’s skin felt hot and stretched thin, his bear was roaring inside him, and he could think of nothing else other than how good Tory felt around him. She was slowly picking up her pace, building the tension inside him as her pussy stroked his cock.

His self-control fraying, he let his hands move to her back, pulling her down and pressing her against his chest. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as he grabbed onto her ass, thrusting up and burying himself to the hilt.

Biting and kissing his neck, Tory let Pierce take over control. Their hips bumped together as he arched his back, slamming inside her over and over. Tory whimpered, her pussy tightening, her hands digging into his shoulders.

Keeping his rhythm steady, Pierce held her tight against him, barreling toward the edge of no return. Reaching the deepest part of her, he bounced her off his cock until her moans turned into screams and her nails raked down his upper arms. Her pussy squeezed his cock as she rode out the orgasm sweeping over her, and he could barely stop himself from coming inside her.

Spirits above…

He pulled away at the last moment, spilling his seed on her thigh. They rolled to their sides together, sweaty bodies sticking together, Tory’s breathing ragged and his heart beating fast. The force of his release was still pulsing through him as he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

She was his. Now he only had to convince her that he was hers.