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Matias growls, his hips thrusting as he seeks the back of my throat. “That's it,” he groans. “Take me deeper. Make me forget my name.”

I hum in response, making him grip my hair tighter.

“God damn it, rabbit. I could spend all day fucking your tight little throat.” He slams into my throat harder, choking me with the huge size of his cock. I struggle to breathe through my nose, saliva and tears spilling down my face. And I love it. What that says about me, I don’t know.

Why do I love him degrading me, treating me like a slut?

“Oh fuck,” he groans, his hips stuttering as he yanks his dick out of my mouth. Suddenly he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls me to my feet. The sting shoots straight down my spine, making me whimper.

“Do you remember the games we played in Mexico?" he whispers into my ear. “The way I pursued you? The way I made you mine?"

I nod because I remember every touch, every whispered threat, every delicious moment.

“I want you to run like you did then,” he says, his voice low and dangerous. “Run into the woods, and I'll chase you. I'll hunt you down, and when I catch you, I'm going to fuck you like an animal. I'm going to breed your cunt, mark you as mine.”

His words send a rush of heat between my legs.

He delivers a sharp smack to my ass. “Run, little rabbit,” he growls.

Without a word, I turn and bolt out of the cabin's door into the woods. The cold morning air whips against my bare skin, but I barely notice. Adrenaline courses through my veins as I sprint, my heart pounding. I hear his footsteps behind me, closing in. I run faster, ducking under branches and leaping over fallen logs.

I can sense him gaining on me, his presence like a dark, alluring force. The chase thrills me and makes me feel alive in a way I've missed since Mexico. I want him to catch me, to take me with brutal, consuming passion.

Suddenly, he's on me, grabbing my waist and spinning me around. I find myself pressed against a tree, the rough bark scraping my skin. He crushes his mouth to mine, kissing me fiercely.

His hands roam my body, possessive and demanding. He pushes my legs apart with his thigh, and I know what's coming. I'm ready for it, aching for it.

He lifts me against the tree and enters my pussy in one swift thrust. I scream as the tree bites into my back and his cock splits me open. He moves hard and fast, taking me with powerful strokes. My nails dig into his shoulders as I move my hips in rhythm, loving the raw animalistic passion.

Matias's grip on my hips tightens, his fingers digging into my flesh like claws. His teeth graze my shoulder, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “You're mine,” he snarls, his voice barely human. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

He thrusts deeper, his hips moving with a primal rhythm. His mouth finds my neck, teeth sinking into my skin, marking me. I groan, the pain mixing with pleasure, making my nipples tighten to hard, painful peaks.

“Matias,” I moan, clawing at his back, urging him on. He responds with a feral snarl, his nails clawing into my thighs, leaving trails of fire in their wake.

“That's it, rabbit,” he growls. “Scratch me. Show me your claws.”

I do as he says, digging my nails harder into his skin, drawing a hiss from deep within his chest. He fucks me harder, each thrust punctuated by a grunt or a snarl. His hands roam my body, squeezing, scratching, possessing.

“You feel that,?" he rasps, his teeth nipping my earlobe. “That's me, mating you, owning you. You're mine to fuck, mine to mark, mine to breed.”

I moan, my pussy clenching around him. He chuckles darkly, his lips curling back in a feral grin.

“That's a good girl,” he purrs, his voice thick with lust. “Come for me. Show me how much you love being fucked by the wolf.”

I can't hold back any longer. With a cry, I shatter, my body convulsing. Every nerve ending in my body lights on fire.

He growls, his hips moving faster, chasing his release. “Fuck, Kali,” he groans, his body tensing as he finds his climax. He collapses against me, his breath coming in ragged pants. After a few moments, His mouth finds mine, kissing me deeply, possessively. When he breaks the kiss, the look in his eyes undoes me.

“You're mine, Kali,” he murmurs. “Every inch of you, every breath, every heartbeat, is mine.”

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Ilift her small frame with ease, her body spent from the relentless mating of the day. There's no fight in her now, and that only fuels my desire to continue the assault on her senses.

She sleeps like the dead as I carry her to the huge bathtub, her limbs dangling, her head resting limply on my shoulder. Her body is marked with the evidence of my possession—scratches and bruises that speak to the ferocity of our coupling. Lowering her into the steaming water, I gently settle her against me, letting her lean into my chest.

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