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clear enough?” she said, undoing the buckle and pulling down the zipper of his pants. 
    In response, Bronson just gave her a wry smile, looking confident and hot. His normally pristine, blond hair was mussed slightly, adding a hint of rakishness to his usual appearance.
    Without hesitation, his hands found her legs, then came around her back. A moment later, before she even knew what had happened, she was on her back again, lying on the bed with Bronson above her, watching her dominantly.
    “Then I insist on being the one on top for this,” he growled, sending shivers down her spine.
    Regan had no complaints there, and clearly, her body agreed. 
    Bronson pulled of his slacks and threw them to the side, giving her a glimpse of the sheer size of his manhood. 
    Apparently, all that height and muscle came with something else.
    As he pulled off his navy boxer briefs, Regan felt her body’s need for him rise more by the second, curiosity mixed with sheer lust to have a taste for him.
    Once he was completely naked, he reached into the back pocket of his pants near them and pulled out a small packet, tearing it open quickly and sheathing a condom over his dick. Regan felt a slight twinge of disappointment, her body acting on instinct, when she remembered they were both bears and they had to be careful having unprotected sex if they didn’t want to be mated permanently.
    Touché, Bronson. You would be the responsible one like that, wouldn’t you?
    Without waiting any longer, he leaned down over her and positioned himself between her legs. She could feel his tip teasing her, just the slightest hint of the delicious pleasure her entire body was coiled, anticipating to receive. For a moment, Bronson hesitated, pulling her tighter than a wire with want, before sliding in with one incredibly long, satisfying thrust that filled her so deeply she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. 
    Damn. So much better than she’d fantasized about. 
    “Oh, Bronson… that’s,” she choked out, trying to say something to distract herself from the rapidly rising pleasure in her but only hearing half-drunk babbling escape her mouth.
    Bronson just smiled, a cocky, self-assured smile that showed a side to him she rarely saw, and leaned down closer to her ear, still inside her.
    “I’d hold on to something if I were you,” he whispered.
    With a smooth movement of his hips, he slid out of her and immediately thrust back in, every ridge of his length making her body scream for more. But this time, he didn’t hesitate and came out and pushed once more in, pounding her with pleasure.
    The feeling was so good, so intense she immediately wrapped her arms around him, hands digging into his back for dear life like a cartoon character slowly sliding down the side of a mountain, making cavernous indents as they went.
    The orgasm building deep within her was so fathomless, so strong that she was almost afraid to come. But she couldn’t resist as Bronson’s body rocked into her, filling her and leaving her and filling her again, over and over. 
    And as he moved, she could feel his muscles bulging from exertion, could hear him grunt as she moaned spontaneously. 
    Each thrust was better than the last. Each kiss he placed on her neck more intense as she became more sensitive, hyperaware of even the slightest movement. 
    Until it was more than she could take. All of it together, coupled with the perfect rhythm of his body and his iron-hard rod deep inside, was beyond what she could handle. With what felt like an explosion, Regan’s entire body tensed around him, her legs and arms and anything that could grab hold of Bronson doing exactly that, followed by shocks of incredible strength coursing through her.
    A split second later, she felt Bronson jerk inside her, which only further stoked the waves of pleasure crashing through her. Over and over she came, so hard she couldn’t tell if it was all one orgasm or a string of so many small ones