Page 45 of Hunted

With a devilish smirk, I free myself from the constraints of my pants, letting my hardness spring free. I hear her breath quicken and feel her body stiffen momentarily before relaxing against me. I nuzzle her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, and then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I slide inside her.

“Aksel," she murmurs. "What are you doing?"

I chuckle, the sound rumbling in my chest. "Cockwarming, baby girl," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. "I want you to keep me nice and warm while you eat these pancakes."

Her cheeks flush, a delicate pink spreading across her skin as she realizes my intent. She shifts against me, a slight movement that sends a jolt of pleasure through me.

I pick up a forkful of pancakes and bring it to her lips. She opens her mouth obediently, taking the bite, her eyes never leaving mine. I savor the sight of her full lips wrapped around the fork, the syrup glistening on her lips.

As she swallows, I feel her body relax further against mine.

"Good girl," I murmur, nipping at her skin. "Just like that, little bird. Keep me warm while I take care of you."

I feed my little bird, forkful by forkful, and her eyes glaze over with a mixture of hunger and frustration. She whimpers softly as her hips begin to rock against me, slowly at first, then with growing insistence.

A smug smile spreads across my face. "Seems like you're enjoying breakfast as much as I am, baby girl," I purr, my voice deep and husky.

She lets out a shaky breath, her hips stuttering to a stop. “A-Aksel," she stammers, her cheeks flushed. "I—I can't help it. I want you so badly."

I still her with a firm hand on her hip, my eyes flashing with a warning. "Don't you dare try to milk my cock, little bird," I growl. "You know the deal. You're here to keep my cock warm, not to get greedy."

Her lips part in a silent gasp, her eyes sparkling. She knows better than to disobey me, but the hunger in her eyes betrays her.

“Be a good girl and sit still," I instruct sternly.

Zara bites her lip, her eyes flicking to where we're joined. She swallows hard, her throat working as she suppresses a moan. Her hips twitch ever so slightly, and I feel her inner walls clench around me.

I growl a warning, my hand tightening on her hip possessively. "Don't even think about it, baby girl. Nice and still while I feed you."

She whimpers, her body trembling with the effort of holding still. I can feel her heat, her need, and it only serves to fuel my desire.

"That's it," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "Fight that insatiable fucking lust of yours."

Her hunger for me is palpable, and it only fuels my desire to possess her completely as she squirms even more.

"Easy there, little bird," I murmur, lifting another forkful of pancakes to her lips. "You know the rules. No moving, no greedy little whimpers. Just sit still and let me feed you."

Her eyes flutter closed as she obediently takes the next bite. I can feel her inner walls clenching around me, her body betraying her need.

"That's a good girl," I praise. "Now, why don't you tell me about your family? It might help distract you from that little ache between your thighs."

Zara's eyes snap open, her cheeks flushing with desire and embarrassment. "M-my family?" she stammers, her voice trembling.

I chuckle, my fingers trailing along her thigh. "Yes, little bird. Your family. The people you left behind to come here and be mine."

She swallows hard, her gaze flickering away from mine for a moment. "Well, there's not much to tell. I told you it was just my parents and my brother. I have aunts and uncles, but we're not particularly close."

I hum thoughtfully, taking another bite and offering it to her.

“And how do you think they'll react when you tell them you're not returning?" I ask. "That you've chosen to stay with me in the wilderness?"

Zara's breath hitches, her eyes widening. I can see the conflict in her gaze, the struggle between her desire for me and the lingering ties to her old life.

"I...I don't know," she murmurs, her voice soft. "They won't understand. They'll think I've lost my mind."

I tut softly, shaking my head. "Now, now, little bird. Don't be so hard on yourself. You haven't lost your mind at all. You've found your true self.”

I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "You belong here, with me. In the wild, where you can be free and uninhibited. Where you can embrace your primal urges without shame.”

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