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He waited for another two seconds, all the muscles in his body rigid, holding himself back on the other side of the counter, before appearing right next to me in the blink of an eye. His scent hit me hard, the quick movement ruffled my hair. He turned my body, placing me in front of him. He spread my legs and positioned himself between them. "I missed you so much, little wolf," he whispered, closing his hand into a fist in the hair on the back of my neck and forcing my head up. I fingered the muscles of his stomach, rubbing my fingers over his defined abs. He was all hard, all rigid. "I was too." He pulled me closer, pressing our lips together. His tongue came into contact with mine, playing, sucking, slurping. The kiss was not simple or romantic, it was desperate, pure longing. I dragged my nails across the skin of his shoulders, smelling his blood. I separated our faces and brought my mouth to the wounds I had caused, licking them, tasting their purest flavor. He healed too quickly.

Fenrir moaned as my tongue went down, tracing every little bit of his abdomen.

He brought his hand between my legs, spreading them, lifting my nightgown to my waist and touching my pussy over my thin panties, brushing his fingers against my clitoris.

I arched my back, settling myself on the stool.

"It's better if you do this without anything to get in the way," I teased.

He frowned and smiled, showing his elongated fangs.

"Always so eager." He hooked his index finger in the waistband of my panties and, with a sudden movement, ripped the fabric from my body, tearing it.

"And you, a panty destroyer." He laughed.

"Literally, a panty destroyer, because yours are soaked." I snorted.

He rubbed his fingers on my pussy, fingering the entire length. He touched the tips of my wet entrance, wetting his fingers before bringing them to my clitoris. He circled it in slow, hard movements, up and down.

I closed my eyes and let out a heavy sigh.

I reached for his sweatpants, pulling them down. His hard cock sprang to life. I rubbed the pink, protruding head, playing with the liquid that was exuding from the tip. He growled.

He continued to play with my clitoris, masturbating me calmly, as if he wanted to enjoy every second, every moment of ours.

I closed my hand around his cock, moving it back and forth. The velvety skin was warm and the member was rigid under my fingers.

I touched his balls, playing with them. He moaned, rubbing my clitoris and speeding up his movements.

I brought my eyes up to his, licking my lips.

" I would like to be fucked — I announced, without stopping to play with the member in my hand.

" Such an incisive and determined little wolf.

" Especially when she is pregnant and excited.

I rubbed my thumb on the head, spreading the lubrication that came out of the small crack. Fenrir grabbed my thighs, dragging my ass to the edge of the bench. I held his cock, inducing it to my entrance.

He entered me with a jerk of his hips.

I gasped and he groaned.

He hit me deep inside, sliding in easily. My muscles contracted around him, getting used to his size.

He pulled himself out of me, all the way to the tip, then entered me again. He repeated the movements back and forth, going in and out.

I held on to his shoulders. With each thrust of his hips, the bench was dragged back.

His hand, between my legs, continued massaging my clitoris with precise fingers. His cock hit a spot deep inside me, making me see stars behind my closed eyelids. The sex wasn't romantic, it was pure desperation and intense longing. He showed how much he had needed me, just as I felt about him. The weight of longing was too overwhelming. The fear that we had died, that our lives had been cut short. I begged him to remove the mark, to free himself from the death I was about to face, but he refused, he rejected the possibility of following a life where I no longer existed. My destined partner. He ran for three days straight, with me in his arms, fighting for me, fighting for us, while I tried to overcome death and not give in to the traumas. I clung tightly to him and closed my eyes, letting our bodies connect, giving him pleasure, while I felt that I was close enough to him, close enough to calm myself. Fenrir felt my desperation, the fear of losing him. He reached his free hand behind my back and pulled me against him, his thrusts never stopping. His cock opened me with each stroke, sliding deep and back in.

“My heart is yours,” I whispered in a breath.

“And mine is yours, little wolf.”

“Mark me,” I begged, lifting my face to look at him.

He stared at me hesitantly.

“You haven’t fully recovered yet…”

“Please mark me,” I begged. “Hunter bit me in the woods, I need the mark of his teeth on me, his claim. My body needs it, I need it.

I tilted my neck to the side, leaving it at his disposal. He swallowed hard, dragging his eyes to me, before returning them to the marked vein. Then, he lowered his head over the skin and sank his teeth, marking me as his again, but without taking much of my blood. My wolf bristled, completely satisfied. A wave of intense, pulsating pleasure ran through my body. My muscles contracted around him, eliciting a moan from his lips trapped against my skin. The sound of our bodies joining echoed through the air, mixing with our moans and the crackling of the lit fireplace, which cast a golden light over Fenrir's back. He removed his fangs from my skin and stared at me with his red-stained lips. Beautiful! I looked down, watching his cock enter me, his smeared member sliding in and out, in fast and intense movements. The connection was perfect, showing that we were born for each other, that we were made to be perfect for each other.

I opened and closed my lips in a deep breath.

The orgasm was approaching, taking over my body, slowly reaching me.

Fenrir let out a roar as I pulled myself even further against him. His fingers on my clitoris, hard and skillful, moved from side to side.

My excitement increased and smeared the stool I was sitting on, splashing over it.

Fenrir hit me twice more. I exploded in an intense orgasm, my body shaking in several spasms that felt like they would tear me in half.

I choked on my own saliva, screaming his name loudly.

He didn't stop moving, didn't stop fucking me. He kept slamming his hips against mine, sliding his cock through the tight entrance, all the way to the bottom, all the way to the balls.

And then he came, spilling himself inside me, unraveling in pleasure.