Taken By The PlayBear: A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance (BBW Shifter Romance, BBW Romance And Alpha Males, BBW Paranormal Romance) (4 page)

Chapter 7

We got back into the hotel. I felt strong enough to carry him in my arms. I felt like I had to do this for him, that he had to know that he could rely on me, that I was the strong woman that he felt in love with.

I called the doctor and I asked him everything there was to know about how to take care of him and I didn’t accept any other help from the medical team.

I considered myself as his woman, a complete, intelligent woman who knows everything about her men. He was a bear shifter and I had to deal with this. Whether he enters a fight, or he comes home wounded, I had to know how to take care of him.

It was a huge responsibility, but it was nice and I wanted it with all the implications. I cleaned his injuries, I bandaged him and I stood by his side all night.

I watched him sleep and I hugged him every time he moved. He was so handsome. I tried for years to express the way I felt for him…but I couldn’t.

Words are so poor when it comes to feelings…

He woke up that morning, holding me by the hand. He said again what he had said the other night, not being sure if I heard him the first time.

He mentioned the huge difference I had made in his life, and how lucky he was to have known me.

He was regretting every rude word he had ever said to me, and he thanked God that I fainted that day, because he had a petrified soul and he probably wouldn’t have saved me otherwise.

I was looking at him with the deepest love, while he was giving me his soul. He was truly in love with me, the curvy silly girl that was forced to face him as it was, because deep inside she loved him from the first moment their eyes met.

He promised to be a one-woman man from then on, because I was all he ever wanted.

And I believed him. I always believed in changing and I was giving him credit for his words. Subconsciously, I chose him from the very first moment, in the woods... and I would choose him over, and over and over again. Without any pause, without any doubt, in a heartbeat. 

I was kissing him like it was no tomorrow, not succeeding to feel satiated with his love. He couldn’t move, so I was thinking that it was the perfect moment for me to make love to him, and show him what I couldn’t show him before. I could be as gentle and tender as he was.

I was asking him to watch me as I was slowly removing my clothes. We were keeping the eye contact, making everything hotter and stimulating.

I loosened my hair off slowly, letting it fall on my naked, heavy and large breasts. They were full of desire, a desire that almost hurt.

I felt that I was wet already because he managed to make me horny without touching me. I was sitting in front of him, and I was thinking about the moment when I would come near him so that he could touch me.

But I wanted to prolong the agony, to enjoy more of him and what was going to happen. I started rubbing my sensitive parts slightly, creating an image that I knew for sure he was enjoying.

He was confirming it with short, sharpened moans. I took off my panties with one hand and with the other; I was starting to play...

He couldn’t take it anymore and he was begging me to come near him. I listened, so I sat next to him, on the bed, easily. He was burning with desire.

He had stuck two of his fingers inside of me, biting his lips and moaning with pleasure. The desire had him going crazier than the first time, as I was feeling his rush, his burning wish.

I wanted all of this man, I wanted to taste every piece of his gorgeous skin, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make him feel special.

I leaned toward his beautiful sex, stiffened and virile while I strongly moistened my lips. He realized what was about to follow and he approved with his eyes.

I could feel my mouth shuddering of desire and I knew that this was the supreme gesture to show him what he meant to me. When I tasted it the first time, I felt waves of pleasure, pleasure that he felt for sure.

It wasn’t long until I had given my man the total pleasure. He exploded in a few seconds, caressing my hair and thanking me for existing.

It was my first time. I had not done that before, ever in my life, and I was sure that I wouldn’t do it for any other man. It was a gesture of pure love, the love you have for the one and only man in your life.

Another certainty of the fact that he loved me was received by me that night. He treated me back with the same pleasure, kissing my whole body and giving me what other men couldn’t.

He wanted to see me happy, so he offered me the best orgasm I had experienced, with his soft touches. We were the perfect match.

The skin on skin feeling was amazing and I even burst in tears of joy when he penetrated me. We were one…one body, one mind and one soul.

The dawn caught us in the hot tube…making soft love, wanting him inside of me…

I was looking at him, feeling a strange need to protect him but I couldn’t tell him that.

He was a strong man and he, for sure, didn’t need my protection. All his story was shattering, he went through so much and he was so storm-beaten. But he succeeded!

All his history with women was nothing but a shell that he entered when he found out that he was adopted. It was his way to stay hidden from pain, from disappointments, and he surely felt like a payback time for what his biological mother had done to him.

He was punishing some other girls for his pain, not wanting to realize that he was only lying to himself. I was happy to be the only one that had the patience to wait…to wait for him to reveal himself, to let him be.

There was a strong connection in the way he was acting and the way he made love. When he was making love, he was letting go…that was the only moment in which he allowed himself to show his real feelings.

He was feeling the need to lie, to tell those women that he loved them, just because he had the need to hear himself being capable of beautiful feelings.

I discovered all that, and it was like a veil that I was taking off from my eyes. I was only 24 years old but I managed to understand and to accept a man.

I was sitting in the hot tube… knowing for sure that our struggles were over. That we had our trials, trials of fear, of abandon, of horror and pain.

They had made us what we were. They brought us there, together, in that romantic atmosphere, allowing us to make love without any constraint.

He was saying that he was going to claim me as his mate, in front of his bear clan, and I couldn’t be any happier. It was the best proposal I had ever heard and I was suffocating him with kisses.

We got out of the bathroom, heading towards the bed, as we wanted to make love again… The feeling of his skin next to mine felt more addictive than any drug.

He felt down on his knees in front of me, looking at me like I was his last frontier, his last hope, his first and last love and he gave me moments of pure pleasure. Standing there, in that position, just so I could tell how much he loved me.

After he was over, I lifted him up and I kneeled in front of him, doing the same thing. We were the same, ready to do whatever it took to prove our feelings, to prove that we were equal, that we loved each other in the same, crazy way.

He lifted me up and sat me to the bed… His bear-side was revealed, as he bent me in front of him, letting my fully opened hips in the limelight.

He was possessing me with a wild wish, getting in and out with a firmness that almost hurt. He was enjoying it as much as I was understanding and accepting his werebear side….

He finished slowly whispering to my year that he wanted to make love to me, then make love to me and then make love to me again… We spent so little time together, but love wasn’t about how many days, months or years we had been together…love was about how much love he showed me in those two days.

Life is a beautiful struggle. We all have struggles in life, but what makes us different is the way we face them.

If I didn’t know how to face it, I wouldn’t be here, with this perfect man. I’ve learned from all my struggles and I chose to move forward. I was fortunate.

Every love story is beautiful, but ours was, by far, my favorite. He is still the first and the last thing in my mind each and every day, and we are still making love just like when we were young and curious, exploring all of each other’s bodies…