Page 18 of Wilder Obsessions

I crawl down her body, my lips nipping and licking every luscious curve, my hunger growing more insatiable with each taste of her silky skin.She is pure perfection.She pulls me closer even as she lays beneath me, her sweet gasps fueling my fervor.

I want to worship her until she realizes she’s the only thing I desire.Now.Forever.She’s mine—to cherish and to own.

I flatten myself against the bed, my face level with her dripping cunt, inhaling the most exquisite scent.She is like the rarest fruit in the world.My tongue darts out, hunger consuming me as I finally taste her essence.The sweetness washes over my senses, sending shock waves through my body as I hear her moan in pleasure.

“Wilder...”she breathes, her voice thick with yearning, the syllables vibrating like a spell upon her lips.The way she calls my name, a whisper laced with submission, fuels the deep-seated primal urge within me.

“Say my name again,” I demand, my voice a rough whisper, the urgency curling through me as I feast upon her soft folds.I can feel her body arching, her thighs urging me deeper, begging for more of my touch, spurring me on.How could I deny her?

Her fingers tangle in my hair, guiding my mouth, urging me closer and closer to fervent release.I savor every quiver and sigh from her, losing myself in the taste of her as I plunge into an exquisite rhythm.I want her mind as much as I want her body, to imprint myself on her very soul.

“Wilder,” she gasps again, more desperate now, and that sound compels me.I push my tongue deeper, feeling her muscles tighten around my every move.That sweet tension builds, a beautiful tension—a tight pressure reminiscent of the world we are leaving behind.

I can see us there—two celestial bodies, entwined and igniting in flames, spinning in a dizzying dance, lost in dark matter.She tugs me closer at each crest of pleasure the universe has conspired to bring us to this moment.

I can’t hold on any longer.I crave connection, I relish in the fire we create.The moment is upon us, and I will take everything, every rich flavor of Arwen, that delicate essence that is now intricately woven with my very being.

One of my fingers slips inside her, stretching, filling her perfectly, heavenly warmth enveloping me.I work the rhythm, torn between the desire to take all of her and show her how tenderness serves our passion as much as lust does.

“Tell me, tell me what you want, Arwen,” I murmur against her slick skin, a demand and an offer, colliding with the intensity of our stars in this dark expanse.My fingertips dance still, teasing, evoking gasps that linger in the space between need and want.I crave her voice—a direction to guide me deeper into her universe.

“I want...”she breathes, her eyes reflecting the firelight, the embodiment of every desire woven into her whispered confession, a starburst of vulnerability and raw need.“I want you to claim me, Wilder.Completely.Give me all of you.”

The air pulses, thickening with a new heat as I submit to her wishes.In that moment, I know I will hold nothing back.She is not just my obsession, she is the very core of my existence, and as I rise to meet her fiery gaze, I promise her everything.

I lean up, gathering her juices in my hand, the enticing scent of her arousal filling my senses.I stroke my cock, relishing the friction as her eyes widen in surprise.For a fleeting moment, panic flickers across her beautiful features.

“Wilder, that won’t—”

“It will,” I interject, tone low and commanding.“You will take everything I give you.I’m going to breed this tight cunt, claim it now and forever.You are bound to me forever, my little Starlight.”I groan, pressing the tip against her tight entrance, sensing her heart race beneath my palm.“Fuck, baby.I’m not going to be able to go slow.I need you desperately.”

A shiver courses through Arwen’s body as she looks deep into my eyes, every worry melting away in the heat of our desires.

“Then take me, Wilder!”she urges, a plea laced with lust and bravery.

With a growl, I press forward, feeling her body yield to me, warm and welcoming, as I sink deeper.Each inch is a revelation, a new frontier of pleasure and connection, until we are finally united, bodies entwined, souls fused.

I lose myself in her heat, in the exquisite sensation of claiming her as mine.I thrust forward, a powerful rhythm intensifying with each movement, hearts pulsing in sync with the ancient magic around us.Arwen cries out, her voice like music in the night air, urging me onward, deeper, faster.

“More, Wilder!I need more!”She writhes beneath me, her body igniting every dormant ember inside me, fueling my urgency.

“You’ll have more, baby.I swear it!”I trace my fingers down her supple flesh, marveling at how each touch brings forth a soft gasp or a beautiful whimper.

Without missing a beat, I throw her leg over my shoulder, adjusting our angle to hit deeper, eliciting a scream of pleasure that reverberates in the air—a melody of our wild connection.My thumb circles her clit, a frantic rhythm that matches the powerful thrusts surging from my hips.I want her to come with me, to feel the electric pull of our shared climax.The thought of seeing her swollen with my child sends me spiraling toward new heights of bliss.

“Gods, Arwen!You feel so good!”I grit out, lost in the sensations of her body enveloping mine, the kiss of old magic twirling around in our depths, urging us on, closer to the precipice.

“Yes!Yes!More!”she cries again, and I obey, drowning in the heady mix of lust and longing that binds us together.

I thrust harder, faster, each movement becoming an act of devotion, a prayer to the ancient powers that connect us.Our bodies become a blur, a fusion of rhythm and sighs, the tender space between us collapsing until there’s nothing left but raw, unspeakable need.

My puma surges within me, raw instinct igniting a spark in my soul.Bite her, now.Make the bond permanent.The call of my primal nature blends seamlessly with my human desires, and I growl, feeling the urge surge through my veins.Arwen’s leg slips effortlessly from my shoulder onto the bed, and with a hankering appetite, I crash my lips down on hers.

There is magic in that kiss—a heady concoction of lust and love that threatens to eclipse everything else.I thrust my tongue deep, forcing our flavors together, and she whimpers in delight, clawing at my shoulders, pulling me closer as if she is casting a spell of her own.I welcome the pain.It is a reminder that this was real, thatweare real.

“Come for me, Arwen,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips as I pull her down onto my cock.“Come with me.”Her cries soar to new heights as my teeth sink into the tender flesh of her neck, feeling her pulse quicken beneath my mouth, marking her as mine in every way possible.

As the wave of bliss crashes down upon us, I feel her body tighten around me, pulling me deeper into her warmth.My vision blurs with pleasure, and as I succumb to that euphoric release, I can only think of how she has imprinted herself on my soul.

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