Page 42 of Hunted

"You're the only reason I’ve ever had to fight against the shadows that threaten to consume me. And I promise you, I’ll never let that darkness touch you, no matter what it takes."

Zara cups my face gently, her touch sending a shockwave of tenderness through me. Her eyes, those emerald pools of light, shimmer with unshed tears as she gazes up at me.

"I'm so sorry, Aksel," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "No one should have to endure the darkness you faced as a child."

Her words are laced with empathy and understanding, piercing through the walls I've erected around my heart. "You've been through hell," Zara continues, her thumb tracing the sharp line of my cheekbone. "No wonder you're consumed by darkness after witnessing such depravity."

I swallow hard, my throat constricting with emotions I've suppressed for far too long.

"You don't have to apologize," I rasp, my voice hoarse with the weight of my past. "The sins of my father are not yours to bear."

Zara shakes her head, her golden tresses swaying with the movement. “But I can help shoulder the burden. Let me be your light, your beacon in the darkness."

I gaze into her eyes, searching for any hint of fear or revulsion, but find only warmth and acceptance.

Before I can speak, Zara rises onto her tiptoes, her warm, curvy body pressing against mine. Her lips find mine in a searing kiss, a desperate embrace that speaks of her unwavering devotion.

I respond with fervor, my arms encircling her, pulling her closer. Our kiss deepens, a passionate dance of tongues and shared breaths, a merging of souls transcending the physical.

The hunt is over. Her scent, a heady mix of vanilla and roses with an underlying musk, fills my nostrils as I stand over her. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my heart pounding with primal desire. She's mine now, the spoils of war.

With a growl, I tear at her clothes, exposing her creamy skin. Her eyes follow my every move. I can't wait any longer.

Hoisting her up, I lay her back on the hunting bench, her skin marred by smears of my blood. She looks wild and beautiful, her blonde hair tumbling around her head like a halo.

I shed my clothes, leaving me bare and hard, my cock straining with need. I position myself between her thighs, eager to claim what's rightfully mine.

"You're so fucking beautiful," I rasp, my voice thick with desire. "My victory prize."

I stroke her inner thigh with my thumb, a smile curving my lips as she shivers in response.

"Do you know what victors do to their spoils, little bird?" I ask.

She bites her lip, a nervous gesture that only fuels my arousal. "No," she breathes.

"They take what's theirs," I growl, leaning in close so my breath fans her ear. “And that's exactly what I'm going to do."

I kiss her neck, reveling in the feel of her soft skin against my lips. My hand slides up her thigh, inching higher, teasing her.

"You're so wet for me, baby girl," I murmur, my hand cupping her pussy. "Your tight little cunt is mine now."

She lets out a choked gasp as my fingers slide inside her, stroking and teasing. I smirk at her reaction, loving her responsiveness to my touch.

"That's it, take my fingers," I encourage, my thumb circling her swollen clit. "You're going to come all over my hand, and then I'm going to fuck that pretty pussy raw and breed you so many times that my cum will be spilling out of you."

"Oh God," she moans.

"Don't call out to God, baby. I'm the only power you'll bow to." I bite her shoulder so hard I break the skin and then lap up her blood like a man starving.

Her hands grip my shoulders as I plunge my fingers deeper inside her, her hips thrusting upward to meet my rhythm. My free hand tangles in her hair, tilting her head back to expose the delicate line of her throat.

"I'm the only man you'll ever fucking spread these legs for," I declare, claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss. "Mark my words. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else."

Her body bows off the table, her back arching as I bring her to the edge. Her walls clench around my fingers, signaling her release. I growl with satisfaction, feeling her muscles pulsing.

Without warning, I withdraw my hand and position myself at her entrance. The tip of my cock teases her wet heat, both of us savoring the anticipation. She moans, eyes locking on mine. "Please, Aksel."

"Fuck," I breathe, fighting for control. I thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt. "You feel so fucking good with your tight little cunt wrapped around me like this."

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