Page 58 of Wolf

Is she pacing the floor, searching for a way out? Or is she curled up on the bed, her mind racing with a million thoughts?

Whatever the case, I know I’ll soon have her full attention. I’m in control here, and I have no intention of letting her forget that. This is my game, and she’s the ultimate prize.

As the stew simmers on the stove, filling the cabin with its savory aroma, I head toward the bedroom, eager to check in on my girl. Kali is curled up on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath as she sleeps soundly.

My gaze traces the gentle curves of her body, her skin luminous in the soft light filtering through the window. She’s only wearing underwear. My desire for her hits me like a physical blow, taking my breath away.

I take a step forward, my eyes glued to the seductive dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her body is a work of art, and I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

With a primal growl, I give in to my urges. Quietly, I pad toward the bed.

In a swift, fluid motion, I reach down and hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, slowly tearing the delicate fabric. Kali stirs slightly but doesn’t wake, her breath hitching briefly before evening out again.

Her bare cunt is wet and glistening, and my body is thrumming with anticipation. Slowly, I lower my head, my breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. She smells and tastes so fucking divine.

My tongue teases her, tracing slow, deliberate patterns, savoring the intoxicating flavor. Her arousal is instantaneous, her body responding to my touch even as she sleeps.

As I feast on her, my hands explore her body, mapping every curve, every dip and hollow. Her hips buck, and her arousal grows with each swipe of my tongue. I revel in her responses, the way her body instinctively moves with mine, even in her sleep.

She will be outraged if she awakes. But I like tasting her while she’s unaware.

My fingers grip her hips, holding her in place as I continue my erotic assault.

Kali’s breath quickens, her body inching closer to the edge. I smirk against her clit, knowing that soon, I’ll push her over the precipice and let her experience the peak of pleasure before we even sit down to dinner.

A scream tears through the cabin, jolting me from the depths of my pleasurable haze. Kali is awake and not happy.

I look up from where I’m feasting on her sweet cunt, my mouth wet with her juices. Her eyes are wide, her chest heaving as she scrambles to get away from me. But I’m having none of that. My hands tighten on her hips, holding her in place as I suck harder on her swollen clit.

“Let me go!” she shrieks.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. “Relax, Kali. Enjoy my tongue.”

She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge my hold, but I’m not budging. My mouth works her arousal, my tongue swirling and flicking relentlessly. Her tastes and smells consume my senses, driving me to claim her completely.

“Please...” she whimpers as I nip at her clit.

“Shh, baby,” I growl. “You know you like it.”

At first, she struggles, her body taut with tension. But slowly, ever so slowly, she starts to relax. And then her hips move in rhythm with my tongue. Her hands grip the bedsheets, her head tossing from side to side.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my mouth never leaving her core. “Enjoy it.” I take my time, savoring her sweetness, the way her arousal coats my tongue.

With each swipe of my tongue, her defenses crumble, her resistance turning to wanton need. I’m addicted to drinking her in, licking and sucking until she’s a quivering mess beneath me.

“Matias...” she moans, her hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. “Oh God...”

I smirk against her heated flesh, my fingers tightening around her hips as I suck harder, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her cry of release echoes through the cabin like sweet music to my ears. I lap up every drop, relishing her taste, her scent filling my lungs.

Only then do I pull away, my lips stained with her essence, and grin at the dazed look on her face. “I hope you’re hungry. I’ve made stew.”

Before she can say a word, I leave Kali sprawled out on the bed, her expression dazed. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in the sight of her, knowing that I’m the one who reduced her to this state of blissful surrender.

“Don’t be long,” I call over my shoulder as I head toward the kitchen, where the rich aroma of the stew I’ve prepared wafts through the air. “The food is ready.”

As I move about the small kitchen, ladling the savory broth into two bowls, I feel an overwhelming possessiveness. Kali is mine—body, mind, and soul. No one else except for me will ever see her like this, vulnerable and undone.

I carry the bowls to the small dining table, setting them down carefully. My gaze drifts back toward the bedroom, and I yearn to return to the bed and bask in the afterglow of our intimate encounter. But I resist the temptation, knowing that I need to maintain an air of control and authority if I want to keep her firmly in my grasp. If I want to possess her completely.

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