Page 18 of Wolf

With a rough shove, I push Kali’s shoulders down, pinning her to the ground and rendering her utterly helpless. Beautiful.

I kneel behind her, taking a moment to admire the sight of her vulnerable body splayed out before me. Her chest heaves with anticipation, her skin luminous in the moonlight. Perfect.

Grabbing her hips, my fingers dig into her soft flesh as I position myself at her entrance. I want her to feel every inch of me, to know who owns her. With a growl, I thrust forward, burying myself deep inside her in one brutal stroke.

A strangled cry escapes her throat as her body stretches to accommodate my cock. I pause, relishing the feeling of her cunt enveloping me before beginning to move with deliberate, savage thrusts.

Kali’s breath comes in sharp gasps, her body jerking with each powerful stroke. “Oh, God,” she moans, her head tossing from side to side. “Please...please...”

“Please, what? Use your words for me, baby.”

“Harder,” she whimpers. “Please, harder.”

I smirk, my hands gripping her hips tighter as I begin to pound into her with the force she craves. “That’s it. Beg for it.”

Her cries fill the night air as I give her what she wants, each thrust driving her closer to the edge. Her body trembles, every muscle taut, as she struggles to maintain her sanity.

Leaning down, I nip at her shoulder, marking her as mine. “Mine,” I growl, the possessiveness in my voice undeniable.

“Yours,” she gasps, her body arching against mine. “All yours.”

With a triumphant smile, I increase my pace, my hips slamming into hers as I drive her toward her release. “Come for me,” I command. “Let me feel that perfect pussy shatter around my cock.”

Kali’s body goes rigid, every muscle taut as a bowstring as she teeters on the precipice. Her pussy clenches around me like a vise. With an animalistic roar, I surrender to the pleasure, thrusting wildly into her. Her walls flutter and pulse, milking my cock as her release crashes over her, and I feel her pussy squirt. The sensation sends me over the edge, and I let out a savage growl, biting her neck so hard I puncture the skin.

She shrieks at the pain, her body convulsing beneath me as I keep slamming into her, draining every drop of cum deep in her pussy. Marking my mate. I collapse over her back, her body limp beneath me, as I feel her heart pounding against my chest. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and my lips curl into a triumphant smile.

I’ve claimed her.

The thought sends a thrill of dark satisfaction through me. I’ve shattered her resistance, ignited a desire she can’t deny, and reduced her to a quivering mess. But this is only the beginning. I’ll make her crave me, need me, until she can’t imagine a life without me.

Slowly, I withdraw from her body, enjoying the way she shudders at the loss. I want her to feel empty without me, craving the fullness only I can provide.

I pull her to her feet. For a moment, she looks almost innocent, like a sated kitten, but the illusion is shattered as her gaze meets mine. Desire still burns bright in those dark depths—a desire that matches mine.

“I think we’re done here for tonight.”

She nods mutely, her eyes lowering as shame creeps in.

I lead her back through the forest and into the tunnel. In the tunnel’s darkness, she entwines her fingers with mine as if seeking reassurance. It’s a simple gesture, but it speaks to the complex dynamics of our relationship.

“Matias...” she begins, her voice soft and hesitant.

I yank her against me. “Shh, don’t speak.”

I lead Kali through the dark tunnel, her fingers intertwined with mine. The feel of her touch is unexpected, a softness that seems at odds with the brutality of our encounter. Yet, I can’t deny how it tugs at something deep within me.

As we approach the cell, I pause, reluctant to let her hand go. I find myself craving this fragile connection we’ve forged, born of violence and lust. I turn to face her, searching her eyes for any sign of the defiance that had once burned so brightly. Now, I see only weariness, a resignation that stirs an unfamiliar emotion within me.

Reaching out, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the softness of her skin. “You did well, baby,” I murmur.

Kali’s gaze darts away, her cheeks flushing with what I can only assume is a mixture of shame and pride. I can’t help but wonder what thoughts are swirling behind those captivating eyes.

Reluctantly, I pull my hand away, the loss of her warmth leaving me feeling strangely bereft. “Get some rest. I’ll see you soon enough.”

With a gentle push, I guide her through the door and back into the confines of the cell. Watching her, I feel a pang of something akin to regret. This girl has managed to burrow her way beneath my skin in a way no other woman has.

Turning, I make my way back through the tunnel, my steps heavy with a weight I can’t quite explain. The memory of her fingers entwined with mine lingers, a ghostly touch that seems to sear my skin. I clench my fist, trying to capture that sensation, to hold onto it.

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