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To mark me.

I needed the feel of his hot breath as he commanded me to call out his name.

My body burned with desire, every muscle aching.

The need was so intense I was strangled, every breath difficult.

I shifted as if to primal music, matching the way he was fucking me.

We weren’t a couple. We were merely animals fucking in the wild.

And we both loved it. Needed it.

Craved it to the depth of our being.

Nothing would stop him from getting what he wanted.

Full and unquestionable control over me. My body, my soul, and my heart.

And in truth, I was ready to give all three to him.

Even if he was a dangerous, ruthless man.

“My perfect dancer. Everything about you leaves me breathless.” His whisper was harsh, full of the kind of lust that would drive him into his sadistic needs. He shifted the wet hair from my shoulders, dragging his tongue up and down the side of my neck. And I couldn’t help myself, imagining he was a wolf, I was his prey.

And that he was very hungry.

The hard fucking continued, the man more insatiable than normal. I was thrown by how my body responded, the man giving me the breath of life. As the force of what he was doing pushed me up to my toes, I let out the kind of howl that would attract the beasts of the wild.

And in turn, they responded, howling and wailing as if in respect of what we were doing.

Mating.

And still, my master refused to stop, pushing me to the point of no return.

As my toes started to curl, every cell in my body caught on fire, I could no longer make a single sound. The orgasm was so powerful, pushing me into pure euphoria.

“Good girl. My very good girl. Come for me again.”

I could never ignore his command, my body betraying me from day one. As a single climax swept into something even more powerful, I sensed his control was waning.

And as usual, my bratty side took over. I squeezed my muscles, delighted in hearing the strangled sounds he made.

With another sharp crack of his hand, another reminder, he was finally ready to release.

And Mother Nature was there with us; the final flash of the most brilliant shade of blue lit up the sky like fireworks. As he released, filling me with his seed, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven.

Boom! Crack!

I opened my eyes, the powerful sound sending a flash of terror into my system. I was disoriented, darkness surrounding me. I remained as still as possible, trying to understand where I was. I couldn’t see a thing and blinked furiously, praying my eyes would adjust.

My mind was foggy, sexual images fading yet they’d been about Creed. I shuddered, trying to remember the last moment before… Before I was here.

An intense rumble caught me off guard, the slight yelp I issued adding to the anxiety. I bit the sound back as best I could, also doing everything I could to control my breathing. I was lying down, suddenly fearful I was shackled to something. Yet I was able to pull my arms free.

From soft covers.

Wait a minute? I patted whatever the weight was covering me, my brain finally accepting the fact I was covered in sheets and a comforter. What was going on? Blinking again, I started to see shadows, noticing a single flickering candle a distance away. I was in a room of some kind.

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