Page 83 of Silent Stalker

I slick myself up, moaning softly at the anticipation. Slowly, I position myself at her entrance, feeling the head of my cock press against her. With a gentle but firm pressure, I slide inside, savoring the sensation of her tightness surrounding me.

"Oh, fuck," I groan, closing my eyes as I sink into her heat. I hold still for a moment, letting her adjust to my size. "So good, Clara. Your body was made for me.”

"Move, please," she begs, her voice strained. "I need you to fuck me."

I start to move, my cock gliding in and out of her ass with each thrust. Her body is pure perfection, and the way she yields to me is exquisite. I love how she surrenders, the way she begs. It fuels my desire, knowing I possess her completely.

"You like my cock in your ass, don't you, Clara?" I growl, my voice filled with dark pleasure. "Admit it."

"Yes, Silas," she breathes, her voice shaking. "I love it."

I tighten my grip on her hips and thrust harder, faster. "I knew you'd like it. I knew your body craved this. Craved the feel of me stretching you, filling you up."

Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through me. I lean forward, my chest pressed against her back and whisper, "This ass is mine, Clara. My territory. I'm marking you as mine, branding you with my cock."

Her body clenches around me, and I groan, feeling my control slip. I want to pound into her, claim her fully, but I force myself to hold back, to give her time to adjust.

"You like that, don't you?" I tease. "Like the feel of my thick cock stretching you open."

"Yes," she moans. "Feels so good. Harder, please."

I pull out almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside her, before slamming back into her. "How about that?" I growl, my body demanding release. "Hard enough for you?"

"Yes!" she cries out, her voice high and desperate. "Harder, faster, please!"

I give her what she wants, my body slamming into hers with each thrust. The ropes binding her wrists to her ankles dig intoher skin, and she moans, her pleasure and pain mixing into a heady cocktail that drives us both wild.

"You're so beautiful like this, Clara," I whisper, my lips brushing her shoulder. "So helpless and desperate. It turns you on, doesn't it? Being tied up and taken."

Yes—oh god—yes," the words spill out between desperate breaths. "You... you know what you... what you do to me..

Her words fuel my desire, and I pound into her harder, my balls slapping against her ass. "You're mine, Clara," I grow, my hand reaching around to rub her clit. "Come for me now. Let me feel your climax while I'm deep in your ass."

I can feel her body tensing, her muscles contracting around me as her orgasm washes over her. She cries out, her voice filling the room, and that's all it takes for me to lose control. I grasp her hips and slam into her, chasing my own release. I'm consumed by a primal need to mark her, to breed her ass, and claim this exquisite creature as my own.

"Fuck, yes!" I growl, my voice harsh with desire. "Take it, Clara. Take my cum."

I thrust hard and deep, feeling my cock twitch and spasm as I fill her with my release. My hands dig into her soft flesh as I grunt, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. I'm overwhelmed by a sense of possession—a deep, visceral satisfaction that I've claimed what's rightfully mine.

"Holy shit," she breathes, her body still trembling in the aftermath. "That was... intense."

"I want to give you so much more," I whisper, my lips brushing her ear. I untie her wrists from her thighs and gently rub them to restore circulation. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm better than okay," she assures me, turning her head to capture my lips with hers. "I want more, Silas. Take me again."

Her words ignite a fire in me, and my cock stirs at the thought. But first, I want to savor this moment, to hold her close and feel her heartbeat against mine.

I scoop her into my arms, lifting her effortlessly from the bed. She's warm and soft, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I gently kiss her lips, cheeks, and forehead then carry her into the bathroom.

I set Clara down on the cool marble floor, her skin still flushed from our encounter. The massive tub beckons as I turn the faucets, watching the steam rise and curl. My hands move slowly—not from exhaustion, but from an unfamiliar emotion stirring in my chest.

"Let me take care of you," I murmur, reaching for the bath oils. The scent of lavender fills the air as I pour a generous amount under the running water.

Clara's eyes meet mine, soft and trusting. Something shifts inside me—a crack in the carefully constructed walls I've built over years of isolation. For the first time, I want to give rather than take. To cherish rather than possess.

I test the water temperature, adjusting it until it's perfect. The tub could easily fit four people, but right now it feels intimate, meant just for us. I help Clara step in, supporting her weight as she sinks into the warm water with a contented sigh.

"Join me?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

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