Page 17 of Wilder Obsessions

She’s a fantasy, an exquisite beauty with hair like molten silver.Even in the dim light, her violet eyes glint with a mischievous spark that promises secrets, adventure, and desire.

I swing off the bike and pull her from the seat, feeling that delightful warmth radiating from her body as I back her against the sleek metal wall of the garage.Arwen gasps, a sound so sweet it only fuels my need further.Every curve of her body feels electric against mine, and I drink in her soft moans, devouring the way she trembles under my hands.

“You make me lose my mind, you know that?”I whisper, intoxicated by her presence.

Her breath quickens as I draw closer, my lips hovering inches from her own.Arwen’s lips part ever so slightly, an invitation that pulls me in like a moth to a flame.There’s a wildness in her that matches my own, an ancient spirit that seems to pulse just beneath the surface.I can feel it in my bones, a vibrant dance of primal energy that thrums in our air.

“Then take me,” she purrs, her voice low and sultry, as intoxicating as wine.

“More,” I growl, my lips trailing down the exquisite line of her throat, tasting the sweet pulse beneath the soft skin, my hunger pressing harder.Arwen’s fingers weave through my hair, tugging me closer, urging me on.She wants this just as badly as I do, her need matching mine, creating a symphony of lust that resonates with our very souls.

With one swift move, I pick her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, as if she was made to fit me.I stride toward the elevator, her body fitting to mine like a second skin, the sound of her laughter ringing in my ears like music.

After pressing the button, the doors slide open and I slam her against the wall, the cool metal contrasting with the heat of our bodies.I can’t contain myself any longer, and I crash my lips down on hers, the kiss igniting with urgency as I explore her mouth, tasting the sweet nectar of her need.

The elevator climbs, the numbers flickering on the panel as we lose ourselves in each other’s embrace.

“You’re so much, Arwen,” I breathe against her lips, the air thick with what we both crave.

“Then let’s make this worth it,” she breathes back, her voice a siren song that pulls me deeper into the abyss of our mutual desire.Her arms tighten around my neck, pulling me closer as if she can sense the fraying edges of my control.

With another surge of passion, I pull back slightly to look into her enchanting eyes.The dim light of the elevator casts a soft glow around her, highlighting the delicate points of her cheekbones, the way her lips are slightly swollen from our fervent kiss.My heart races, not just from the heat between us but from the wild wonder of having her here, now.

“Do you want me to stop?”I manage to ask, a playful challenge in my tone, knowing full well my body screams otherwise, my heart alive with the rhythm of our shared desires.

“Never.Just more of this ...more of us.”She exhales, and I see the fire in her gaze, sensing that she’s ready to leap into this dangerous dance.

Our connection surges like a wild storm as I stumble out of the elevator, the world outside fading away.I lead her toward the expansive living room, the luxurious furnishings momentarily forgotten as I become entranced by the woman in my arms.Every curve, every shiver of her body against mine promises uncharted territory, and I yearn to explore it all.

I carry her toourbedroom.The plush king-sized bed awaits us, cloaked in the scent of soft linen and desire.She lays on the bed, sparkling beneath the muted light, her eyes like glowing embers, a predator anticipating the thrill of the chase.

I hover over her, an unquenchable thirst surging through me—a need that seems to pulse in tandem with the rapid beat of my heart.As I lean in, brushing my lips against her collarbone, the taste of her sweet skin stirs something primal within.My fingers caress the curve of her hip, eliciting a soft gasp that reverberates in my ears.

“Tell me what you want,” I rasp, my voice saturated with longing.

“I want to feel every part of you,” she replies, her gaze fierce and heavy with expectation.

With an exhilarated growl, I draw back momentarily, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, pouring everything into that moment.Our bodies tangle together, each kiss and caress weaving us into an inseparable union—a tapestry of raw emotion and desire.

Arousal simmers dangerously beneath the surface, a boiling tempest threatening to explode.I can feel her innocence fading, replaced by the challenge that radiates from the depths of her being.

In a spontaneous burst of energy, I rip my shirt from my body, not caring as the fabric tears and falls to the floor.My hands fall to her clothes, not taking gentle care in their removal as I tear away the barriers that separate us.Each shred becomes a reminder of the world we were shedding, leaving only urgency and anticipation in their wake.

Her shocked gasps ignite a deeper hunger within me.The thrill of taking what is rightfully mine fuels my desires, raw and unabashed.

“Then say it.Say you’re fucking mine, and when we’re alone that body is for me!”I demand, the words spilling from my lips like a guttural promise.

The air grows thick, electricity crackling between us as I restrain myself, my body aching to thrust into her, to claim her completely.I restrain my desire, reveling in the way her body responds to me, her sweet pussy already glistening, leaving evidence of our heated connection.

“Are you afraid of the challenge my cock poses, the claim it needs to make to your hot, tight pussy?”I taunt, my fingers dancing across her swollen lips, teasingly dipping between them.“Ah.I knew this pussy would look beautiful.Tight and swollen, pink and juicy.”

Arwen’s breath hitches, a wild spark ignites in her gaze.She writhes beneath me, the anticipation mirrored in the way her body opens up, yearning for exploration and binding.I am as consumed as she is, lost to an intoxicating mix of passion and hunger.

“Say it, Starlight,” I growl, the words pouring from my lips in a low, possessive whisper.My inner puma, ever protective, needs to hear it as much as it needs to breathe.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her voice soft yet firm, a beautiful melody in the cacophony of our desires.“I’m yours, Wilder.”

The confirmation sends shivers down my spine.In that moment, we transcend into something more—two celestial bodies colliding in a blaze of passion that threatens to swallow us whole.A primal sound erupts from within me, echoing in the still night, as I finally surrender to the tempest—a storm of flesh and fire, exploration and abandonment.

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