Chapter Twenty-One
We practically sprint out of the reception hall and into the empty elevator. The very second the doors slid shut, sealing us away from the rest of the world, Bear slams me back against the mirrored wall. He claims my mouth in an absolute, fiercely hungry kiss. His heavy arms lock around my waist, his massive hands instantly dropping down to grip my ass and pull me flush against his hips.
My hands move frantically, tearing his shirt out from the waistband of his slacks, desperate to feel the bare, heated skin of his chest.
The elevator gave a soft, high-pitched ding, and Bear reluctantly broke the kiss, breathless. Instead of letting me walk, he scoops me up into his arms and strides right out into the hallway.
By the time we reach my hotel room door, we were a tangled mess again, kissing passionately against the wood while he blindly fumbles with the key card. When the lock finally clicks, we tumble inside, kicking the door shut behind us and making a chaotic, urgent beeline straight for the bed.
Bear pulls back just enough to catch his breath, trail-kissing down my jawline to press soft, heated lips against my neck and collarbone. He smoothly spins me around, and a violent shiver ripples down my spine as his cool fingers brush my bare skin, slowly sliding the zipper of my dress down to the small of my back.
The fabric pools heavily around my feet on the floor. I hear Bear catch his breath, a sharp, ragged intake of air hitting the back of my neck. I slowly turn around to face him, my hands instantly going to work unbuttoning his dress shirt while he aggressively rips off his suit jacket and tie, tossing them carelessly onto the carpet.
When his shirt hits the floor, I pause for a fraction of a second just to admire his heavily toned chest, covered in dark, beautiful ink. Leaning forward, I press a line of kisses against his throat, slowly working my way down the hard expanse of his chest until I sink all the way down to my knees on the carpet.
My fingers unbutton his slacks, pushing them down past his hips along with his boxers.
Holy shit.
The man was absolutely massive. He was completely average in length, but the sheer width of him had me mentally praying for the structural integrity of my vagina.
I lean in, kissing the very tip while looking straight up into his emerald eyes. A low grunt tore from his throat, and he reaches down, his large hand gently stroking my hair out of my face before gathering the strands securely behind my head. Wrapping my mouth around him, I slowly take in as much of his thick length as I possibly could. Bear’s deep, intensely pleasured grunts and gravelly groans only encourage me, vibrating right through me.
Suddenly, I let out a sharp gasp as his grip on my hair tightens, firmly but gently yanking me back and pulling me up from the floor. He threw me onto the mattress, pinning me down beneath him. He didn’t waste a single second, pressing heated kisses to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he hooks his fingers into my white lace thong and drags it down my legs.
I gasp aloud when his tongue suddenly made direct, teasing contact with my clit, flicking against it with agonizing precision. He began to suck at me hungrily, his hand sliding up until one thick finger pushed deep inside me.
“Fuck,” I pant, throwing my head back into the pillows and tightly gripping his dark hair. A sharp wave of pain shot through my bruised knuckles, but I didn’t care in the slightest. There was absolutely no way this was stopping.
The pleasure was completely undeniable, borderline torturous. His mouth continues to ruin me, his tongue driving me wild while he added a second, then a third finger, thrusting hard and deep inside my stretching heat.
“Please, Bear,” I whine, my hips rolling off the mattress.
Bear let out a ragged groan, finally pulling away from between my thighs. He grips my legs, dragging my body flush to the edge of the bed toward him before crawling up and smashing his lips fiercely back onto mine. It probably should have felt weird or a little dirty, considering where his mouth had literally just been, but it wasn’t at all. It was just incredibly, unforgettably hot.
“Fuck,” he suddenly swore against my mouth, abruptly pulling away from the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” I murmur dizzily, my eyes fluttering open as he unclasps my bra and tosses it blindly across the room, his large hands instantly taking over to cup and knead my breasts.
“I don’t have a condom on me,” he growls, his jaw clenched in frustration.
“You don’t need one,” I state, wrapping my legs around his waist to pull him closer.
“Daniella—”
“I’m on birth control, Bear. I swear,” I claim, my voice thick with need. “I don’t care about anything else right now, Bear. I just desperately want to be with you.”
A dark, dangerous smirk slowly spread across his handsome face, and his large hand slid up to wrap securely around my neck. “You know exactly what you’re supposed to call me when we’re completely alone, Daniella.”
“I don’t think I have any idea, Bear,” I whisper back teasingly, deliberately baiting him.
His emerald eyes flare, leveling me with a fierce glare that made a delicious shiver run straight through me. Without warning, he began to slowly rub the thick, pre-cum slicked tip of his dick directly against my throbbing clit. “Beg me.”
I let out a pathetic whimper, my fingers desperately digging into the solid muscle of his shoulders.
“I can easily just go back to my own room and finish myself off,” Bear murmurs wickedly against my neck, his lips brushing my skin.
“No,” I gasp out, my hips instinctively bucking upward.
“Then you know exactly what you need to do, Danny,” he whispers, his teeth lightly biting down on my earlobe.
“Please, Mitchell,” I whine, completely broken. “Please.”
A loud, uninhibited scream of pure, unfiltered pleasure tore from my throat as he suddenly drove his entire length into me in one deep, massive thrust. It was hard, heavy, and intensely passionate. I was catapulted into a state of pure, unadulterated bliss.
My fingernails scrape mindlessly against the ink on his back as one of his massive hands clamps down on my hip, anchoring me to the mattress, while his other hand yanked back on my hair to expose my throat. He kisses and sucks a fierce mark into my neck, his pace turning fast and punishing.
Before I could even process the intensity, a white-hot wave of euphoria crashed over me. I break apart beneath him, screaming his name into the quiet room. “MITCHELL!!”
“Yes,” he groans deeply, his own control entirely snapping. His thrusts became frantic and rapid, his hand sliding up to my throat, squeezing with a firm, dominant pressure that sent me over the edge all over again. My entire body shakes violently as a deep, guttural growl tore from his chest, and I felt the intense, burning heat of him filling me completely with his seed.
He let out a long, exhausted breath, slumping his heavy head onto my shoulder for a quiet moment before rolling over to lay flat on his side. He pulls me flush against him, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to my bare shoulder. “I love you so much, Daniella,” he whispers into the dark room.
I smile, completely at peace as I snuggle deep into the solid warmth of his chest. “I love you too, Mitchell.”
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“Yes!” Jay squeals, clapping his hands together dramatically.
“Alright, give us the details. How exactly was it?” Mac questions, leaning her elbows on the counter.
I idly flip through a massive book of tattoo flash designs, humming happily to myself. “Honestly? It was easily the best night of my entire life.”
“I am officially both incredibly proud and deeply disgusted at the exact same time,” Jay chirps with a dramatic shudder.
I giggle, my cheeks heating up a bit. “Sorry, guys.”
“And he actually told you he loved you?” Mac presses, her eyes wide with genuine curiosity.
“Yeah,” I sigh, an incredibly dreamlike smile breaking across my face. “He really did.”
“Ugh, he hasn’t even told me that yet!” Jay whines, tossing his head back in a fake pout.
“Oh, please, dude. Bear shows his love entirely through physicality and you know it,” Mac states dryly, rolling her eyes. “Unless you forgot when he absolutely bashed that punk at the skate park into a literal pulp just for calling you the f-word.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jay pauses, a soft, touching realization dawning on his face. “Wow. He really does love me.”
The heavy door to the back room swings open, and Darren walks out into the main studio, aggressively drying his hands with a paper towel. He tosses it into the trash and looked over at me. “You ready to do this, Danny?”
I take a deep breath and nod firmly. “I’m ready.”
I slide onto the sleek leather tattooing chair, adjusting my sleeves. Darren steps up, gently grabbing my right wrist and thoroughly wiping down the pale skin with a cold, stinging alcohol wipe. “Do you have any specific ideas for what you want to get?” he asks, adjusting his stool.
I look up at him curiously. “What do you think I should get?”
He hums thoughtfully, staring at my wrist for a beat before a knowing look crossed his features. “Actually... I have the perfect thing in mind.”
“Go ahead then,” I say, leaning my head back against the chair and squeezing my eyes tightly shut. “I trust you.”
“Alright. Just relax,” Darren sighs softly. I hear him fiddle around with his equipment for a tense minute, the sharp, metallic clinking of needles filling the quiet room before the loud, steady buzz of the tattoo gun suddenly came to life.
I sharply hiss through my teeth as the needle first made contact, digging directly into the sensitive skin of my wrist. It didn’t actually hurt nearly as much as I had anticipated it would; it felt sort of like a sharp, intense scratch mixed with a constant, hot burn.
But as the needle moves smoothly across my skin, I just focused on the steady rhythm, entirely excited to finally have a tattoo