Aimée and the Bear: A BBW Bear-Shifter Romance (Fairy Tales with a Shift) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him to rip off my sophisticated dress and run his hands all over my body.
    “Aimée… My sweet, lovely Aimée…”
    There was nothing that turned me on more than his sultry voice chanting my name. Okay, there was… his hands moving up my corset to cup my heavy breasts. He squeezed them lightly, and I cursed the stupid corset for being in the way.
    “More…”
    His lips found my ear and he sucked the lobe into his mouth. I moaned when he bit down, the gesture sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my soaking pussy. His hands felt nice on my breasts, but more than anything, I wanted them between my legs.
    “You’re wonderful,” he whispered. “I love your body, your long, curly hair…” he licked the shell of my ear, “… the way you taste…”
    “Mmm… please…”
    “Please what?”
    “Touch me…” I pushed my butt against his crotch and rolled my hips. The sweet friction drove both of us insane with lust. I reached behind me to grab his clothed erection, and I gasped in excitement when my palm rested on his impressive bulge. I rubbed it tenderly, enjoying the little sounds he made in my ear.
    “I want you,” he said.
    “I’m yours, Gabriel. Just take me…”
    With both his hands cupping my breasts, he squeezed me tighter against his body. I loved how he could cover me completely. Wide shoulders, bulging arms, and a perfectly sculpted chest… I couldn’t believe this man wanted me, curvy Aimée. I had never been ashamed of my curves. In fact, I loved my round hips, ample waist, and big breasts. I had everything I needed to fill a corset well, and I would never change that if I had the choice. However, I was neither blind, nor stupid. At the various parties my sisters and I used to attend, enough men had ignored my attempts at making conversation, afraid they’d have to dance with me afterwards. There weren’t many men who liked and appreciated big girls, and sometimes it hurt. I would have a crush on a guy and more often than not I would be ignored or rejected. But Gabriel… Gabriel was perfect. I really hoped he wasn’t only in my dreams.
    I turned my head towards him and stretched my neck as much as I could to offer him my lips. Our tongues met and danced in perfect rhythm. He grabbed my lower lip between his teeth and pulled slightly, making my knees turn to jelly and my pussy clench with the need to be filled. I moaned and squeezed his cock through his trousers. He released my lip and his mouth attacked mine once more.
    Just as I was running out of breath, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes.
    “I can’t take you. Not yet. You have to be his first.”
    “I have to be his first? What does that mean?”
    “You have to become his wife.”
    “Gabriel, no… I won’t marry him. Just tell me where you’re trapped and I’ll find another way.”
    “I’m trapped inside, Aimée. There is no other way.”
    His voice was fading, and my eyes were beginning to lose focus, which meant the dream was nearing its end. What had I done? I had let myself carried away again and forgot to ask him the questions that had been driving me nuts for days. Way to go, Aimée!
    I turned around in his arms and grabbed his face between my palms. His unnaturally black eyes were filled with sadness.
    “Please,” he said. “Marry him and set me free.”
    “I… I…” Just as I was about to agree and make him a promise I might have regretted later, the dream broke into a million pieces and I fell into that deeper, heavier sleep that held nothing but blessed emptiness.
     
    ***
     
    It must have been a special day because after dinner Corinne and the other servants brought me three types of dessert and a cold bottle of red wine.
    “Are we celebrating something?”
    The bear cocked its huge head. I had learned to pay attention to the smallest changes in his facial expression, so I knew he was smiling.
    “We’re celebrating you.”
    “Me? It’s not my birthday.”
    “It doesn’t have to be. Aimée, you