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Her voice shudders when she says, “I can’t fight this any longer, Vlad... I won’t.” She gazes at me, smoldering brown eyes burning into mine. “I need you.”
I glide a firm hand along her soft jawline. “Are you sure?”
Her eyes darken with determination as she nods, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Yes,” she whispers, her voice filled with a mix of desire and vulnerability.
My heart pounds in my chest, overwhelmed by the weight of her words.
Anya’s breath quickens as I lower my lips to hers once more. The world outside these four walls fades into insignificance as we find ourselves entangled in a dance of desire and trust. Her soft moans fill the space, mingling with mine, drawing us deeper into the realm of passion and surrender.
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As Vlad’s lips meet mine again, a tempest of emotions whirls within me. His kiss, so full of intent and promise, makes the walls I have meticulously built around my heart tremble. Each gentle tug, each soft moan that escapes from the depths of my throat feels like a crack in my armor, a sweet unraveling of years of solitude and flight.
My hands, once tools of survival, now tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as if he were a lifeline. The rough texture of his locks between my fingers grounds me to the moment, to the undeniable reality of Vlad’s presence. The warmth of our bodies melding together defies the coldness I have known for too long.
As our kiss deepens, the rogue in me—the wild, the untamed—whispers caution. But the wolf in me, the one aching for connection, silences her with a desperate hunger. Vlad’s touch ignites a fire that no sense of duty or fear will ever extinguish. His reverence in every caress speaks to a part of me I hadn’t realized was pleading to be acknowledged, to be cherished.
“Oh, gods... Anya... You undo me,” he murmurs, voice resonating with lustful frankness.
My heart clenches at his naked admission. I draw him back to me, pouring all my jumbled emotions into another searing kiss, unable to verbalize a reply. I hope my touch can convey what words cannot—that Vlad has awakened something in me too. Something frightening and exhilarating. That the thought of losing this fragile connection terrifies me to my core.
But I can’t think of that now. I force myself not to linger on the painful moments of my past, or the reason why I’m running from the pack. I want only to be present in this moment, to be his—no matter what the future may bring. If there is pain ahead, then so be it. That’s a price I’m willing to pay for this sweet taste of bliss.
Lazily, we strip from our clothes, the fabric falling to the floor in a heap, as we continue to explore each other’s bodies with an unspoken hunger. His firm hands trace the curves of my waist, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I surrender to the sensation, allowing myself to be consumed by the intensity of our connection.
The cool sheets embrace us as we fall onto the bed, limbs entwined and hearts pounding. Naked and unashamed, Vlad’s eyes roam over my body with a hunger that mirrors my own.
Vlad’s lips trail down my neck, his tongue flicking over my heated skin, sending shivers down my spine. His hands, strong and sure, claim the curve of my hips, guiding me closer to him. It’s then that I feel it—the hardness of his arousal pressing against me, demanding as it seeks entrance. With a moan, I lift my hips invitingly, silently begging for more.
He obliges, sliding into me inch by tantalizing inch. His girth fills me completely, stretching me in ways I had long forgotten or perhaps only ever dreamed of. The heat of his invasion sears through my veins, igniting a fire I thought long extinguished. It feels so right—so very right—to be joined with him in this primal way.
As he begins to move within me, our hips slapping together in an untamed rhythm that echoes through the room, I arch my back and revel in the delicious friction. My nails dig into his back, scorching his skin as I urge him onward, upward, craving more of this connection that transcends all reason.
The pleasure intensifies tenfold when he brushes against a spot within me that no other lover has ever found—a place that sets my world ablaze and has me gasping his name like a fervent prayer. Vlad growls low in response, his thrusts becoming even more frantic, more animalistic as his desire for me spirals out of control. Heat pools deep within me, coiling tighter and tighter, ready to explode like a comet in the night sky.
With one last thrust, he presses deeper than before, and I gasp in ecstasy, my senses overwhelmed by the fullness of him within me. My inner walls clench around him like a vice, desperate to keep him inside me forever. It takes everything I have not to shatter into a million pieces right then and there.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes!” The edge of ecstasy is so close I can taste it. “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t move,” he grunts out in response, his voice rough with arousal as he slows his pace, his hips suddenly still. His body trembles above mine, every muscle taut with restraint as he struggles for control.
“But, I can’t...” I pant, the pleasure so close, but just out of reach. “I have to... Vlad, I need to come.”
He growls low in response, his shoulders bunching with effort. He mutters a curse. “I should’ve used protection…”
It then dawns on me—the maddening pressure, the overwhelming fullness of him. He’s knot-deep inside me. But then, that would mean… Oh, gods. He’s a wolf shifter. Vlad is a fucking wolf shifter.
“It’s alright,” I mumble, remaining as still as I can, which is almost impossible with this gorgeous man on top of me. “I’m not in heat.”
He startles, stormy eyes wide as they fix on mine. “Wait a minute,” he stammers. “You’re a wolf too?”
I nod, feeling vulnerable and exposed. Well, it’s finally out there. What is he going to do now?
Vlad’s eyes bore into mine, and I see the storm of emotions raging within them: shock, disbelief, and... desire. His grip on my hips tightens as he draws back only to thrust deep within me once more, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
“Then, you know what this means. Don’t you?” he growls, his voice low and husky.
