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She turned the taps off and drew me toward the tub. I stepped in, feeling the scented water lapping at my skin, then gripped her waist, guiding her in after me. She settled between my legs, her back against my chest, and the sudden warmth of her skin against mine made my breath hitch.

Sabrina reached for the bottle of massage oil on the shelf, pouring it into her hands, and began massaging my shoulders. Her fingers worked magic, kneading the knots away, soothing the constant ache that had become a part of me. I groaned low in my throat, the tension melting away under her touch.

As she worked, I slipped my hands over her hips, feeling the supple curves beneath my fingertips.

I found the massage oil and poured it onto my palms, rubbing them together to warm the liquid.

I started with her stomach, working in slow circles, my fingers sliding through the oil, tracing the delicate lines of her muscles, her skin soft and slick under my touch.

I lifted my hands to her shoulders, my thumbs pressing into the knots at the base of her neck. She moaned softly, letting her head fall back against my chest. Her surrender, the way she gave herself over to me, sent a primal surge of power through me.

I moved my hands lower, massaging every inch of her as if it were sacred ground. She arched against me as I slid my hands to her thighs, taking the oil with them. When I finally eased my fingers between her legs, her gasp was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

She was slick, the oil blending with her own arousal, turning her into a slippery dream under my touch. I circled her clit, teasing, edging, driving her wild before pushing two fingers inside her. She clenched around me, and I felt the first ripple of a deep, dark need.

I pressed my lips against her shoulder, whispering my intentions into her ear. “I want to prepare you for me, Sabrina. All of you.”

She nodded, her breath coming in quick pants as I slid my finger, slick with oil, around the rim of her tighter opening. She tensed for a moment, but I kissed her neck, my voice a low rumble against her skin. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let me in.”

She relaxed, her body becoming pliant, trusting. I pushed in gently, feeling her stretch around me. The growl that ripped from my throat was animalistic, primal. She moaned, her body writhing against mine, seeking more.

I lifted her, turning her to face me, her legs wrapping around my waist. Her eyes were dark pools of desire, and I saw my own reflection in them, wild and untamed. I positioned myself, feeling my cock nudge at her entrance. She hesitated, her breath catching as she felt the size of me.

“You can take it,” I murmured, my voice a low growl. “Be a good girl and let me in.”

She whimpered as I began to push inside her, her body stretching to accommodate me. I felt her tense, and I kissed her deeply, sucking her lower lip into my mouth as I inched deeper. “That’s it, baby. Take it all.”

Her whimpers turned into soft moans as she adjusted to my size, the pain giving way to pleasure. I thrust slowly at first, letting her feel every inch of me. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin as she began to move with me, her hips meeting mine.

As Sabrina wrapped her legs around my waist, drawing me deeper into her, I could feel her body opening up to me, trusting me completely. The sensation of her wet heat enveloping me was intoxicating, but I wanted more. I wanted all of her.

I slipped one hand between us, tracing the curve of her ass, my fingers slick with the massage oil that still coated our skin.

As I thrust into her, I circled her tight entrance with my index finger, applying gentle pressure.

She tensed for a moment, but I kissed her deeply, distracting her as I eased my finger into her ass.

The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that sent jolts of electricity coursing through my body. Sabrina gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the dual invasion.

“That’s it, baby,” I murmured against her lips. “Let me in. Let me feel you completely.”

I began to move my finger in sync with my thrusts, pushing in as I pulled out, creating a rhythm that had her writhing in my arms. The increased tightness around my cock was exquisite, each movement heightening the pleasure that coursed through us both.

As she adjusted to the sensation, I slipped a second finger into her ass, stretching her further.

The moan that escaped her lips was raw and primal, a sound that spoke directly to the wolf within me.

I could feel my knot beginning to swell, the primal urge to claim her, to fill her completely, surging through me.

“Logan,” she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders as I thrust deeper, harder, my fingers working in tandem with my cock.

“Yes, baby. Feel it. Feel me.” I growled, my teeth grazing her neck, wanting to draw out the pleasure, to build it until she shattered.

The sensation of my fingers pressed against my cock, separated only by that thin wall of muscle, was more than I could bear. I added a third finger, stretching her to the limit, preparing her for what was to come. She was so tight, so wet, so completely mine.

Her cries became louder, harder, her body clenching around me in a vice-like grip.

I could feel her orgasm building, her inner walls pulsing around me, the sensation intensified by the pressure of my fingers.

I thrust deeper, chasing our release together, the connection between us so profound that I could feel her pleasure as if it were my own.

She began to bounce on my lap, her eagerness driving me wild. Her breasts pressed against my chest, her hardened nipples brushing against me with every movement. I reached around, gripping her hips tightly, guiding her movements, pushing her down onto me with every thrust.

When she came, it was with a scream, her body convulsing around me as she clenched and released in wave after wave of pleasure, the ecstasy pushing her over the edge again and again.

The sight of her, lost in the throes of pleasure, tipped me over the brink.

My cock swelled, my knot locking us together as I filled her with my cum, the hot stream pulsing deep inside her.

My cock throbbed and pulsed, the sensation intense as my cum spilled out, marking her from the inside.

In that moment, my wolf surged forward, demanding his claim.

My teeth sank into the soft skin of her neck, marking her as mine, forever.

The act was brutal, raw, but also filled with a tenderness that acknowledged our souls entwined.

“Mine,” I whispered against her neck, my voice a mix of man and beast. “You are mine, my mate.”

She clung to me, biting down on my neck as her honeyed walls squeezed me once again. Her heartbeat matched mine, her breaths mingling with my own. We stayed locked together, riding out the pleasure, the connection deeper than any I had ever known.

This was more than just a physical act. It was a raw, primal claim and complete surrender.

As the steam from the bath began to dissipate, the water cooling around us, I became acutely aware of the warm glow that had ignited within me.

It was the mating bond, a connection that transcended the physical, a tie that bound our very souls together.

I could feel Sabrina’s emotions as if they were my own.

Her satisfaction, her exhaustion, and underneath it all, a surge of love that mirrored mine.

With a tenderness I hadn’t known I was capable of, I slipped my fingers from her, causing her to shudder one last time. I kissed her shoulder, her neck, the spot where my mark now lay, a sense of primal satisfaction filling me at the sight of it. She was mine, and I was hers. Forever.

“Let me take care of you,” I murmured, my voice gentle yet firm. She nodded weakly, her body limp and sated against mine.

I reached for the soft cloth resting on the edge of the tub and dipped it into the water. Slowly, carefully, I began to clean her, wiping away the remnants of our passion with reverent strokes. She sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering closed as I ministered to her, my touch gentle and loving.

Once I was satisfied that she was clean, I stepped out of the tub, wrapping a towel around my waist before lifting her into my arms. She was light, her body pliant as I enveloped her in a soft, warm robe. Her eyes met mine, and the sheer depth of emotion in her gaze shook me to my core.

Carrying her to the bed, I laid her down gently, her dark hair fanning out around her like a halo. I climbed in beside her, pulling her into my arms, our bodies fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. She nuzzled into my chest, her breath warm against my skin.

“I love you, Sabrina,” I whispered, the words escaping my lips like a secret. Her eyes opened, meeting mine, and I saw the reflection of my own feelings in their depths.

“I love you too, Logan,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Our lips met in a soft, languid kiss. There was no urgency, no desperation, just a gentle exploration, a promise of more to come. As we pulled away, our foreheads rested against each other, our breaths mingling in the space between us.

Exhaustion washed over me, the events of the day and the intensity of our mating catching up with me. I felt Sabrina’s body relax, and her breathing evened out as she succumbed to sleep. I followed her soon after.

Later, as the night deepened around us, we lay entwined on the narrow bed.

Her head rested on my chest, her long, dark hair spilling across my skin.

I traced lazy patterns on her back, marveling at how perfectly she fit against me.

My thoughts whirled with emotions I was only beginning to understand.

Fear, hope, and something deeper I wasn’t ready to name.