Page 19 of Wilder Obsessions

“I want you carrying my child,” I groan.The words tear from my lips in a strangled whisper, sending a thrilling jolt of excitement coursing through me.The primal satisfaction is overwhelming, a truth that can’t be denied.

“Yes,” she breathes, her body trembling beneath mine, echoing my desires and amplifying the bond that has formed between us.

I surrender fully to the euphoria of our shared existence.I am lost in the bliss of our connection, the overpowering need to fuse our destinies forever.With every thrust, I pour my very essence into her, a promise that transcends the mere act of physical union.

In the crescendo of our passion, I feel the universe shift, the world around us dissolving into nothingness, leaving only the mesmerizing dance of our entwined souls.We are bound for an eternity, intertwined like the vines of the enchanted forest, growing together through seasons of love and desire.I claimed my Starlight completely.Mine.

Chapter Six

Arwen

Iwake to the soundsof soft snores in my ear.For a moment I freeze, believing Jarrod climbed in bed with me at some point during the night, but then I feel Wilder’s large calloused hand run along my belly and over my breasts.A small moan slips from my lips, prompting him to pull me flush against his heated flesh.His hard cock is snuggled into my ass and all the memories from last night come flooding back into my mind.The way his golden eyes darkened when he came inside me, whispering dirty things, like wanting to breed me.My skin flushes and my heart beats erratically in my chest.

“Good morning, Starlight,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear before he nibbles his way down my neck and over my shoulder.

“Morning,” I breathe as my nipples pebble from his touch.

“Mmm, someone woke up thinking naughty things,” he muses as he flips me onto my back and leans over me.His beautiful, messy black hair falls into his face, begging me to run my hands through it.The sun filters through the windows, illuminating the majestic ink covering Wilder’s body.My eyes drift over each piece, trying to get a better sense of the man above me.

“Your tattoos,” I say softly, running my fingers along the black lines.“What do they mean?”

Wilder follows my gaze, a small, almost imperceptible smile forming on his lips.“Each one tells a part of my story,” he begins, “they remind me of who I am and where I’ve been.”

He raises his arm, showing me the detailed portrait of a puma on his upper arm.“This one represents my shifter nature.The puma is my other half, my strength, my protector.It’s a part of me that I carry with pride.”The animal’s sleek, powerful form is captured so vividly it almost feels alive.The puma’s eyes are intense, almost as if they’re looking straight into my soul.

My eyes then travel to the intricate geometric patterns that wrap around his forearm.“These patterns mimic the fluidity and grace of a puma in motion,” he explains.“They’re intertwined with elements of nature—leaves, waves—to symbolize my connection to the wild and the natural world.It’s a reminder of the balance I strive to maintain between my human and animal sides.”

He turns slightly, showing me the trail of paw prints across his shoulder blade.“These paw prints,” he says, his voice taking on a darker, more somber tone, “represent my journey.But it’s not just any journey.Each step marks a significant moment in my life, a path filled with loss and struggle.”I nod, understanding all too well the path of darkness.Something in his pained expression gives me the eerie feeling that he’s not telling me about a very important part of his life.

“What happened?”I whisper, needing to know but scared all the same.

Wilder’s eyes darken, and for a moment, he seems lost in the memory.He takes a deep breath, his expression wounded but resolute.“I lost someone very close to me,” he says quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My wife.She was everything to me, and when she died it broke something inside of me.”

A heavy silence hangs between us as his words sink in.A wife?He was married?How old is Wilder?

“W-was she your mate, too?”I ask as tears pool in the corners of my eyes.Am I just a replacement?Was she who he was meant to be with?

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