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Wilder

B y the time we pull into my private parking garage, I’m feral with need. Arwen’s thighs rubbing against me and the delicious smell of her pussy has been the ultimate torture. The soft hum of the engine fades as I cut the ignition, but the heat between us ignites, palpable and raw, buzzing like electric energy.

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 to our bedroom. 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.

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, that we are 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.

“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.