Jesus Christ, my bear was about to lose its mind.

I could smell her arousal, hear the excited beat of her heart, and see the way her breathing had become shallow.

Natasha, my mate, was turned on… she wanted me.

Unable to pretend for another second that I wanted to sit there and watch the lake, rather than feel her beneath me, I’d acted on instinct.

That’s how she ended up over my shoulder.

Practically blind with desire, I moved into the cabin, through the living space and down the hall toward my bedroom, where a large wooden bed awaited. My senses were overwhelmed with all things Natasha, so as soon as I deposited her on the bed, I was there, ready for my first taste.

Natasha looked up at me, her grey eyes stormy with desire. Her short black hair was a little unruly, and her cheeks were flushed… she was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.

Carefully, slowly, enjoying the anticipation, I lowered myself, my large body totally engulfing hers. I braced myself on my forearms, not wanting to crush her, but hissed as skin touched skin.

I was like a livewire, ready to ignite, and when her eyes fluttered closed, my lips finally brushed against hers. Gently, repeatedly, I savored her full, luscious lips, until she opened for me, and I swept inside.

Kissing had always been something I’d enjoyed, but it was usually a prelude to something more satisfying. This kiss, however, was unlike anything I’d experienced.

It was the joining of two beings who were meant, the first little glimpse of the magic to come.

Intoxicating, arousing, and somehow, utterly fulfilling.

Natasha moaned, wiggling slightly beneath me as she tried to position herself the way she wanted. I shifted, giving her room, and that was all she needed. Her small legs wrapped around my waist, and her hand cupped the back of my head, urging me closer as she tilted her head to give me deeper access.

The feel of her heat against my stiff cock, secured only in my cutoff sweats, made my brain short circuit, and I went from savoring, to white hot need.

Natasha groaned as I rocked against her, my hand turning her head to the side so I could feel her pulse under my lips. I kissed the length of her neck, reveling in the taste of her there, and the proof of life running through her veins.

Needing more, I eased back, my hand going to the hem of her shirt to urge it off. Taking my cue, she sat up and divested herself of the material, then quickly took off her bra. Fast as lightening, I hopped off the bed, shucked off my sweats and helped Natasha get the rest of her clothes off.

Finally, we were both naked, panting with need, and taking each other in.

Delicate and gorgeous, Natasha was a vision before me… temptation and destiny, together in one, bite sized package.

She sat up, reaching out when I took too long looking at her, and placed her hands on me. Her touch like a brand as she read my body like braille. Cupping her face in my hand, I urged her to open back up for me, and she did eagerly, her mouth fusing to mine as we began to lose ourselves in the magic of mating.

Touching, tasting, licking, stroking… Natasha and I explored every inch of each other, in every way possible.

I memorized every dip, and slope. Every sigh and moan. Until I knew what brought her to the peak and what pushed her over the edge.

My lips on her pussy, my tongue inside of her, those were a few of her favorite things…

Her teeth on my nipple, her mouth wrapped around my cock… those were a few of mine.

Finally, my bear could wait no longer, and the need to claim Natasha was almost more than I could bear, I urged her to flip over onto all fours, then moved her hands to grip the wooden frame of the bed.

Giving myself one more moment of torture, I took a good, long look at the woman who was to be mine forever.

Her biceps flexed as she clutched the headboard in anticipations. The long, lean lines of her back, down to the curve of her supple ass. Her legs wide as she waited for me. Enjoying myself, I placed my hands on her calves, then ran them up… over her thighs, then inside, my thumbs teasing her pussy as I went up, over her ass, one hand staying there to knead her left cheek, as the other caressed her back, up to her neck, then fisted in her short locks.

I bent over her, my lips to her ear and ordered, “Brace.”

Then I fisted my cock and teased her opening, ensuring she was ready for me, then plunged inside.

We both groaned loudly.

Being inside Natasha was pure bliss. More amazing than anything I’d ever felt. I allowed the two of us to savor the moment, then began to move. Back and forth, in and out, thrusting and grunting with pleasure.

My hands on her tits, teasing her clit, then holding onto her hips as I fucked her wildly.

Natasha reared back, her hand first going to pinch her nipple, before sliding lower to touch herself.

I could feel the pressure building, and new it was time, so I placed one hand on her shoulder to bring her back to my front, then placed it back on her thigh and held on as I moved harder, faster.

When I felt her walls begin to clench around me, and heard her pant, “Logan.” I bared my teeth and placed them at the base of her neck, biting down as I claimed her and catapulting us both into the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.