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She nods, her eyes glazed over with a raw hunger. "I don't know what this is, though," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper.

A flicker of frustration washes over me as I listen to her protests. The mating bond demands surrender—a surrender that she seems hesitant to give. "This is our connection, something we can't fight. You are mine, and I am yours."

Bella's eyes search mine for any sign of doubt or deception. Finding none, she exhales softly, releasing the tension in herbody. "I want to believe you," she confesses, tracing circles on my chest with her fingertips.

Cradling her face in my hands, I look deep into her eyes. "There is no other reason for the way we're feeling right now. You’ve been angry with me since we met—and I haven’t given you any cause not to be, but now that you know the truth about your lineage and I'm holding you close, everything has changed."

Bella sucks in a sharp breath and nods. Her eyes drift to my lips, and the connection is irrefutable. I slide a hand around the back of her neck and pull her against me, slamming her lips against my own.

This time our kiss is different; it's intense and before I know what's happening we're pawing at each other, ripping clothes off, tossing them on the ground. We move as quickly as possible, the desire between us leading our charge.

I slide off the exam table, our bodies crashing together in a frenzy of need, a primal hunger that consumes us both. The heat of our arousal fuels the flames that lick at our skin, igniting a fire that threatens to devour everything in its path.

As our lips mold and melt against each other, a symphony of moans and sighs fill the air. My tongue slides past her teeth, commanding hers as it tangles over and around. I tilt her head to the angle I want, seduction and mutual need turning to dominance as I take over. My tongue dances with hers, foraging into the deepest recesses of her mouth as she arches into me.

There is an urgency in our movements, driven by a need so powerful it eclipses all rational thought. Hands roam, exploring every inch of exposed flesh, igniting sparks that send shivers down my spine.

My fingers delve into her hair, tugging gently as I claim her mouth with an unmatched fervor. The taste of her lips, soft and pliant, fuels my need and leaves me hungry for more. Shereciprocates with equal fervency, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer.

We stumble backward, trying to find balance amidst the chaos of our desire. There is nothing but bare skin and the sweet scent of lust hangs heavy in the air.

A flicker of uncertainty crosses her eyes before being replaced by a resolute determination. "Yes," she breathes against my mouth, her voice husky with desire. "I want this."

With those words, any remaining doubts or hesitations are cast aside. Our bodies collide once again, caught in a primal dance older than the very trees that tower over these mountains. Our kind has witnessed their growth. Waves of pleasure crash over us as we continue our intimate embrace.

I lift her and place her on the examination table, aligning my erect manhood at the entrance to her womanhood. Time would normally be taken for this act, but we are past such formalities in our intense desire for each other. She is so soft and ready for me, enticing me to enter her depths. With a feral growl, I thrust inside her, reveling in the tightness that surrounds me. We are now one entity ignited by passion's flames.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her as if urging me to discover even more of her ecstasy. I eagerly accommodate, setting a rhythm that echoes with our pounding hearts. Each movement brings us closer to the edge where euphoria and oblivion meet. The exam table creaks beneath us, strained under the force of our ardor.

Moonlight filters through the window, bearing witness to our wild symphony of lust. Moans and gasps fill the air, harmonizing with the sound of flesh colliding against flesh. Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity guided by a longing that transcends mere physicality. Lost in a world of sensation, time holds no meaning as we indulge in the pleasure we share together.

Her nails leave their mark on my back as she arches against me, craving more. I oblige, reaching between us to stimulate her sensitive clit with my thumb. She responds by tightening around me, matching my hunger with her own.

As our bodies move together in a desperate rhythm, the room becomes unbearably hot and sweat glistens on our foreheads under the dim light. The heady scent of sex fills the air.

The walls of her pussy grip my cock tighter with each thrust, making it swell and throb with need. It's as if she's drawing me deeper inside her, pleading for me to fill her completely.

"Ryder," she moans.

Her words ignite a primal fire within me, driving me towards an animalistic state of pure desire. Our moans blend together, becoming a symphony of pleasure that echoes through the room.

I hold onto her hips tightly, my fingers digging into her skin as I pound into her harder and deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding fills the space, drowning out any rational thoughts or inhibitions. In this moment, nothing else matters but fulfilling each other's needs and reaching the heights of ecstasy.

With every thrust, I can feel her unraveling beneath me. Her body trembles, her breath quickens, and I know she's close. All I want is to see her unravel completely, to prove that our bodies are in perfect sync just like our wolves will be.

I tease her swollen clit with my thumb, increasing the pressure until she lets out a deep moan. Her muscles tighten around me even more, begging for release. And when I finally give it to her, it's like a powerful explosion that takes over both of us.

She arches off the exam table with a primal scream as waves of pleasure wash over her body. I watch in awe as she rides out her climax, leaving red marks on my back with her nails. Her orgasm triggers my own, sending me into a frenzy of release.

I fill her completely and it's all I want to keep doing, to continue marking her as mine. It's the wolf inside me, wanting to claim her as his mate, to sink his teeth into her neck and leave a lasting mark that will show she belongs to us forever.

CHAPTER 16

ISABELLA

Ryder slides his hands under my ass, lifting me off the table and heading into the back room where the cot is. I cling to him, not wanting to lose the connection between us. I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve had sex before—lots of times, but nothing like this. Those encounters are now reduced to fumbling, inadequate gropings. Oh sure, I always made sure both my partner and I got what we needed, but those times were nothing compared to what I just experienced. There was no awkwardness with Ryder. It was as if we had been together through many lifetimes before, and this was our return to our truest selves.

He lays us down on the cot, my back against the wall as he covers me so anyone entering the room will have to go through him first. I suspect he doesn’t think I know that, but I do. Before I can say anything, exhaustion overcomes me, and I fall asleep. When I wake several hours later, I manage to crawl off the cot without waking him and make my way to the shower.

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