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Wilder

A fter Kody and I spoke , I called in a favor with a boutique close to my place. The owner owed me more than a few after-dark dealings over the years, and I seized the opportunity to pamper Arwen, my sweet little mate. I want her to have the best of everything, starting with a brand-new wardrobe. The items were delivered while we were in the shower, allowing me to lead her straight to her large walk-in closet. This isn’t the surprise I was referring to but it’s a start.

“What is all this?” Arwen gasps, freezing in my arms. Her eyes roam over the filled shelves, a mix of astonishment and confusion painting her features. I lean down, pressing my lips to her neck, letting the warmth of my breath soothe her.

“I got you a few new things.”

“A few? This is a whole store, Wilder! I don’t need all this.” She spins around, her long, wet hair slapping me in the chest, a mini tidal wave of silk falling as if teasing me.

“Choose something. I’m taking you out tonight.” I feel excitement burst beneath my skin like a fire igniting. Taking her out is a mission I have planned well beyond a simple dinner.

Her eyes widen, luminous and full of enchantment, and she turns back to the closet, the choices now all tantalizingly laid out before her. She runs her hands over the different materials, delicate silks and glimmering sequins, until she stops at a short black lace dress. The way it clings and drapes over the hanger makes my breath hitch.

She looks over her shoulder, biting her lip, and that sight alone has my cock ready for her again. A gasp escapes my mouth as her innocent demeanor ignites a lust deep within. I don’t think there will come a time when I don’t want to be inside the heaven between her legs.

“How’s this one?” Her voice is playful, eyes sparkling mischievously as she bats her eyelashes at me. I am powerless to say no, even as a dark part of my mind simmers with protectiveness at the thought of other eyes devouring her in that dress.

“It’s perfect.” I approve, leaning casually against the doorframe, trying not to reveal the turmoil inside me.

Arwen spins back to the collection of shoes I picked, heels that seem to amplify her every movement. “I can’t believe you did all this.” Her soft voice holds astonishment, her disbelief apparent as she lifts a delicate stiletto and examines it like a curious child with an enchanting toy.

Surely, she can believe I would do anything for her. In the grand scheme of our lives, buying clothes feels minuscule. But as I look back, the image of her in that depressing apartment comes flooding back. The anger coils within me like a serpent striking at the injustice of it all. She should’ve never lived like that—alone, with walls that didn’t love her back.

“You deserve all of this and so much more, Arwen.” I finally say, stepping beside her, my voice low with sincerity. “I want to keep you safe, and I want to see you shine.”

She turns to me, her eyes glistening with a mix of gratitude and something deeper, something that draws me in. “Wilder, you’re more than I ever thought I’d find. It’s like—” She hesitates, deep in thought. “You make me feel whole.”

The words hang in the air like a spell, casting a soft warmth over my hardened heart. I reach to pull her closer, feeling her body pressed against mine, and I lose myself in the gaze of those brilliant violet eyes. She might as well be my soul, the woven essence of magic entwined with humanity.

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Arwen tugs on the black lace dress and holds it up, inspecting herself in the full-length mirror inside the closet. “How do I look?”

“Just as I imagined,” I say, stepping behind her, my breath ghosting over her shoulder again. “Like a goddess.”

She blushes, the color adorning her cheeks like fresh rose blooms, stoking the flames of my desire.

“So, where are we going?” she asks, turning slightly, her fingers brushing against mine, their softness igniting an urge to keep her close.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” I smile, pulling her in close and loving my scent coming from her. Everyone at The Gin Room will smell her and know she’s mine, completely and utterly mine.

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T he night pulses with energy as I rev the engine of my gunmetal gray McLaren 5S07. My nights typically begin with the rumble of my bike beneath me, but tonight is different. Tonight, luxury and comfort take precedence, and I’m more than happy to share the exhilarating ride with a vision of ethereal beauty sitting beside me.

Arwen. Her name rolls off the tongue like a whisper of silk—a name that should be stitched into the very stars above. As I urge the accelerator deeper, her laughter slices through the air, suspended in the moment as the cool breeze tousles her silver strands, like long-lost memories caught in a dance with the night. I glance sideways, catching the ghostly reflection of the moonlight glimmering on the tops of her thighs, barely constrained by the delicate fabric of her lace dress. They seem to glow, calling to me, a siren song weaving its treacherous route deep into my thoughts.

“Faster!” she teases, her voice melodic, threaded with mischief.

With her command, I push the pedal harder, the McLaren responding with a vicious growl, transforming the city into a blur of lights and shadows. Each street we pass resonates with whispers of the unknown, merging the mundane with the magical. The neon signs flicker like dying stars, and in that moment, it feels as if the fabric of reality is flickering with us, embracing our wild abandon.

But my focus remains tethered to Arwen. She’s captivating—a radiant enchantress crafted from moonbeams and dreams. As her head leans back against the plush leather seat, I catch a glimpse of her full lips, curved in a playful smile that threatens to unravel my resolve. I can almost feel her essence, ethereal yet tangible—a guardian of the night who ought not to be veiled by the chaos of the streets.

We reach a quiet stretch of road, the city fading behind us like an unwanted past. My puma surges with a primal energy that demands recklessness. Without thought, I swerve to pull the car to a halt, tires screeching slightly, the remnants of city life disappearing in the breath of a heartbeat.

“What are you doing?” Arwen asks.

“Arwen...” I murmur, the name escaping my lips like sacrilege, like a prayer laced with desire. “Come here.”

Her eyes sparkle, the kind that make a man ache to be close, to be enveloped in the ecstasies of life unchained. My heart thunders against my chest as I turn to her, every muscle straining against a world filled with rules and restraint. With a flick of her wrist, she undoes the seat belt, a daring invitation sparking in the space between us.

I slide across the warm leather, the distance evaporating into a soft sigh, as her intoxicating scent washes over me. Grabbing her hips, I swing her around to straddle my waist. All logic fractures as I press my lips against hers, a collision of fire and ice. Just as her mouth opens to me, I feel every ounce of sanity dissolve into the electric air around us.

The world becomes a cacophony of thrilling sensations, her body molding against mine like a perfect tapestry of need. The moon hangs above us, complicit in our desires, its silvery glow bathing us in an otherworldly light. As I push my hands against the curvature of her thighs, grasping that heavenly skin, my body ignites with primal urgency—a hunger that cannot be quelled.

“Reckless, isn’t it?” she whispers, a teasing challenge sparkling in her gaze. Her fingers grip my shirt, playful yet possessive.

“Just a little...” I murmur against her lips.

“Wilder...” she breathes, biting her lip. My pulse races at the sound of my name in her mouth, wrapped in desire. Her hips begin rocking against my hard length, eliciting a groan from me. “I need you.”

“Is my girl wet?” I wonder aloud, fingers gliding up to follow the trail of heat that radiates from her core to where I can feel her soft warmth through the fabric. The way she quivers beneath my touch compels me forward, a thief in the night reaching for a treasure. Her teeth bite into her plump bottom lip as she grins, a seductive invitation.

“Gods, you’re naughty,” I tease, the words slipping from my lips like sweet nectar. I pull aside her delicate thong, my fingers craving the heat radiating from her core, sliding onto that soft warmth.

“Wilder!” she gasps as I slip between her slick folds, and I grunt in response, feeling her excitement surge.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” My voice is low, gruff with need.

“I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that it’s dripping down this perfect cunt, so everyone can see and smell who you belong to,” I breathe into the shell of her ear, the heat of my words merging with the heat radiating from her core. Her breath catches, a gasp escaping her lips, giving me all the encouragement I need.

“Take me out,” I demand, shoving her back slightly before guiding her hands toward my zipper. Her small hand palms my throbbing length, teasingly drawing back and forth over the fabric. Arwen’s small hand palms my throbbing cock before she releases it. My resolve wobbles, and I waste no time pulling her closer. With one swift motion, I thrust into her, engulfing myself entirely in her warmth, the precarious moment of pure possession crashing like a tidal wave against our skin.

It’s fast, rough—a primal claim. Each pump sends pleasure rippling through me as she clenches around my shaft, her release building.

“Fuck, Wilder,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders, pushing down to meet each frantic thrust.

“That’s it, baby, take my dick. You’re mine, and I’m never letting you go,” I promise. I can feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I pound into her.

“Wilder, it’s too much, I—”

“Don’t hold back! Let go!” I urge, tracing quick circles against her sensitive clit. My body moves with a desperate rhythm, pushing closer to euphoria, and the soft gasps slipping from her mouth urge me on. Then I feel her tightness increasing, the waves of her climax thrumming between us.

“Yes! Yes!” she whimpers, her legs tightening around me.

With a ferocious thrust, I empty myself inside her, a cataclysmic explosion that feels like eternity. My heart races as I physically feel her tense around me, milking every drop I’ve devoted to her.

“Mine,” I growl, as she collapses on my chest, her breath cooling my skin. “Now clench that pussy and keep my cum where it belongs,” I demand, sitting her back on the seat. I lean over her and pull the seat belt to secure it myself. Her eyes sparkle even in the low light, a glimmer filled with mischief and submission.

“Where to?” she asks.

“The Gin Room.” I shift into gear, eager to share this part of me with her.

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