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Her pussy sucked at his cock, slick and fluttering around him as he found a rhythm—measured, deliberate, each thrust like a vow.

“I can feel every fuckin’ inch of you,” he grunted. “You’re squeezing me like you don’t wanna let go.”

“Idon’t,” she gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him deeper. “Deeper, Rollo. Give it to me.”

“Yeah?” He leaned in, lips brushing her ear. “You want it rough, sweet witch? Want me to ruin you a little?”

Her nails raked down his back. “Yes. Ruin me. I want to feel you for days.”

That was all the permission he needed.

He adjusted slightly, bracing his good arm beside her head while the other gripped her thigh, hiking her leg higher. The new angle had his cock sliding against that spot inside her that made her whole body jolt.

She cried out, thighs clenching around him. “There—fuck, right there?—”

“Yeah?” he panted, grinding his hips. “You like how I fill this sweet pussy up? How I stretch it open just for me?”

Delilah’s head fell back, lips parted in a breathless moan. “You feel so fucking good, Rollo. I can’t—gods, I can’t even think?—”

“That’s right,” he growled, dragging his cock out slow, then slamming it back in with a wet slap. “Don’t think. Justfeel.”

The sounds between them turned shameless—moans tangled with curses, the slick drag of cock in pussy, the steady slap of hips meeting hips, moss crushed beneath them. The scent of sex and sweat and earth mingled in the air.

He fucked her harder now, breath coming in ragged bursts, the muscles of his back flexing with each powerful thrust. His cock pounded into her, thick and unforgiving, but she met him stroke for stroke, her body open, greedy for everything he gave.

Delilah’s magic stirred with her pleasure—her hazel eyes flickering gold, little sparks dancing along her skin like starlight.

“Fuck, you’re glowing,” he groaned, forehead pressed to hers. “You’reglowing,baby.”

“That’s what you do to me,” she panted. “You make me come alive.”

He grunted, hips stuttering as her pussy clenched tight. “Gonna make you come, Delilah. Gonna fuck you through it.”

“Don’t stop—don’t youdarestop?—”

He reached between them, fingers finding her clit, rubbing tight, filthy little circles as he drove into her, relentless now. She cried out, shaking beneath him, her whole body tensing.

“Oh gods—Rollo—Rollo?—”

Her orgasm hit hard. Her pussy clamped around him, fluttering, pulsing. She sobbed his name, hips grinding up as waves of pleasure rolled through her.

He barely held on, her tight heat milking him, demanding his release.

“Fuck—Delilah—fuck—” he snarled, cock jerking deep inside her as he came with a roar, spilling into her in thick pulses. His vision blurred, his muscles locked, the world going silent around the thunder of his heartbeat.

They stayed tangled together, sweat-slick and breathless, the heat between their bodies as fierce as the moonlight above.

His cock was still buried deep, twitching inside her as he brushed his lips across her cheek, her throat, her swollen mouth.

They lay there, tangled in sweat and moss and starlight. His heart pounded. Hers pressed against his.

After a while, her fingers drifted over his chest. “No more hiding?”

He kissed her temple, lips brushing her damp curls. “No more.”

And beneath the sacred hush of the trees, Rollo held the woman who saved his life, and Delilah held the man who finally stopped running.

The bond between them wasn’t just flesh. It was forest-deep. Soul-steady. Magic-woven.