Running my nose up the side of her neck, I growl against her skin. “Never run from a bear.” The gasp that leaves her mouth is so fucking sexy, it makes me feral. “You like being chased before you get fucked, Ral?” “I love it,” she pants. Beautiful. “Do you know what bears do when they capture their prey?” She grips onto my arms, trying to push off me, but her fingers refuse to let go. She doesn’t know what she wants. “What do they do?” Her heart is pounding. Fuck, this is hot. “They take them back to their den.”
