"Fuck, Adam," I gasped, my voice trembling as his grip tightened on my hips. My hands dug into the dirt, leaves crunching beneath my palms as he drove into me from behind, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. The cool night air kissed my sweat-slicked skin, and the sound of the nearby river rushing over rocks mixed with the wet slap of our bodies colliding.

"You like that, don’t you?" he growled, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. His fingers dug into my flesh, possessive, primal, dominant. I could barely form a coherent thought, let alone answer him. All I could do was moan, my body arching instinctively to meet his punishing rhythm.

It hadn’t been like this before—not with him. Adam had always been sweet, gentle even, during the few times we’d been intimate back in the city. But out here, in the wild, something had shifted. Something dangerously sexy.

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We’d arrived at the campsite just after sunset, the golden glow of the fading sun casting long shadows over the trees. The air was thick with the scent of pine and earth, and the sound of the river nearby was a soothing backdrop to the chaos of our lives left behind in the city. Our tent was pitched, the fire crackling softly, and we’d been laughing, drinking wine straight from the bottle, when it happened.

Adam had been teasing me all day—little touches here and there, lingering glances that made my stomach flip. But now, as the firelight danced across his face, there was something darker in his eyes. Something hungry.

"You’re so fucking beautiful," he murmured, his voice rough as he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. His fingers lingered, tracing down my jawline, and I felt my breath hitch.

"Adam," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the crackle of the fire. He didn’t say anything, just leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, and I melted into it, my hands tangling in his hair as he pulled me closer.

Before I knew it, he was on his feet, pulling me up with him. "Come here," he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. He led me away from the fire, deeper into the woods, until we reached a small clearing near the river bank. The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow over everything.

"Adam, what are you—" I started, but he cut me off, spinning me around and pressing me against a tree. His body pinned me there, his breath hot against my neck as he whispered, "I’ve wanted to do this all day."

His hands were everywhere—on my hips, my waist, sliding under my shirt to cup my breasts. I gasped as he tugged at my nipples, his fingers rough but achingly precise. My head fell back against the tree trunk, my breathing shallow as he kissed along my neck, biting down hard enough to make me cry out.

"You’re mine tonight," he growled, and there was no questioning the authority in his voice. I nodded frantically, too turned on to think clearly. He yanked my shorts down in one swift motion, his hands sliding between my legs to find me already wet and wanting.

"God, you’re so fucking ready for me," he muttered, his fingers teasing me mercilessly. I whimpered, my hips bucking against his hand, but he pulled away too soon, leaving me aching for more.

"Turn around," he ordered, and I obeyed without hesitation, my chest pressed against the rough bark of the tree as he positioned himself behind me. I heard the sound of his zipper, and then he was there, hot and hard against me, pressing into me with a slow, deliberate thrust that made me moan.

Now, here we were, lost in the throes of pure lust. His hands were everywhere—on my hips, my ass, gripping my hair as he fucked me with a relentless rhythm that left me breathless. Every thrust sent sparks shooting through me, my body tightening around him as I teetered on the edge of pleasure so intense it almost hurt.

"Say it," he demanded, his voice rough with need. "Tell me who you belong to."

"You," I gasped, the word tumbling out of me in a shaky breath. "I belong to you, Adam."

"That’s right," he growled, his pace quickening until I thought I might break apart beneath him. My moans echoed through the trees, mingling with the sound of the river and his low grunts of pleasure.

And then it happened—that moment when everything else falls away and all that’s left is this. My body shattered around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over me as I cried out his name. He followed soon after, his grip tightening impossibly as he spilled himself inside me with a guttural groan.

We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trembling and spent, before he pulled away gently and turned me around to face him. His eyes were dark, his breathing ragged as he cupped my face in his hands.

"You’re mine," he whispered, and I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

"Again," he said, his voice low and promising as he leaned in to kiss me. His hands were already moving, already claiming me, and I knew there was no stopping him—not that I wanted to.
Adam’s hands were still roaming possessively over my body when he leaned back, his dark eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. Without a word, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him, his movements deliberate and commanding. I stumbled slightly, but he steadied me with a firm grip, his presence overwhelming. His lips brushed against my ear as he growled, “On your knees.”

The command sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding instantly. I sank to the ground, the coarse dirt beneath my knees a stark contrast to the heat radiating from him. He stepped closer, looming over me, his cock already hard and throbbing. My mouth watered at the sight, anticipation coiling in my belly.

“Open,” he demanded, his voice low and rough, brooking no argument. My lips parted obediently, and he didn’t hesitate—his length slid into my mouth, filling it completely. One hand tangled in my hair, gripping tightly as he began to move, controlling the pace with an unwavering dominance.

I moaned around him, the vibrations eliciting a groan from deep within his chest. He pushed deeper, his hips rocking forward, and I relaxed my throat to take more of him. God, I loved this—the way he used me, the way he claimed me so completely. My hands gripped his thighs for balance as he thrust into my mouth relentlessly, his grip on my hair tightening with each stroke.

“That’s it,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire. “Take it all. You’re mine, and you’ll take whatever I give you.”

His words sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I hummed in response, my tongue swirling around him as I worked to please him. He groaned again, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. I could feel the tension building in his body, the way his thighs trembled under my hands.

Suddenly, he tugged my hair, pulling me off him with a wet pop. I looked up at him, breathless and dazed, my lips swollen from the force of his thrusts. His eyes burned with an intensity that made my heart race as he pulled me to my feet.

“Turn around,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. I complied instantly, my back pressing against his chest as he wrapped an arm around my waist. His other hand slid down my body, fingers dipping between my thighs to find me already slick and ready for him.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re always so fucking wet for me.”

Before I could respond, he positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me in one swift motion. I cried out, the sensation of him filling me so completely overwhelming. His arm tightened around me as he began to move, his hips slamming into mine with a relentless rhythm.

“You feel so good,” he growled, his lips brushing against my ear. “So tight, so wet. You were made for me.”

His words sent a wave of heat through me, and I arched back against him, matching his movements as best I could. One hand reached up to tangle in his hair, gripping tightly as he fucked me harder, deeper. The sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the forest, mixing with our ragged breaths and low moans.

“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. “Say you’re mine.”

“I-I’m yours,” I gasped, the words spilling out almost involuntarily. “Always yours.”

He groaned in response, his pace quickening as drove into me with a ferocity that left me breathless. My legs trembled with the effort of staying upright, but he held me firmly, his arm around my waist keeping me steady.

“Come for me,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “I want to feel you come around me.”

His words pushed me over the edge, and I cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over me. My body tightened around him, and he groaned, his rhythm faltering as he followed me into ecstasy. We clung to each other, both trembling and spent, as our breathing slowly returned to normal.

He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck, his grip on me loosening slightly though still possessive. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice filled with affection and pride. “Now turn around”

I turned around, my heart still racing from the intensity of what had just happened. Adam’s dark eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable but brimming with something primal. Before I could catch my breath, he stepped closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over me. His hands reached out, and I thought he might pull me into an embrace, but instead, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me—down, hard—until my knees hit the dirt.

The forest floor was cool and damp beneath me, the scent of earth and pine filling my nostrils. I looked up at him, confused but already feeling that familiar ache of submission stirring in my core. Adam didn’t say a word. He simply circled behind me, his heavy boots crunching on the fallen leaves. My breath hitched as I felt his hands grip my hips, rough and demanding.

“Face down,” he commanded, his voice low and unwavering.

I hesitated for a fraction of a second, but the sharp sting of his hand on my ass made me move. I obeyed, lowering myself onto all fours, my palms pressing into the dirt. My cheeks burned with humiliation and arousal as I felt him kneel behind me, his presence overwhelming. His hands slid up my back, pushing me down further until my face was pressed into the ground, my ass lifted high in the air. The position was degrading, but it sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t ignore.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whispered, the words trembling on my lips.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours,” I repeated, louder this time, my voice breaking slightly.

He chuckled darkly, and I felt his hands grip my hips again, pulling me back toward him. I gasped as I felt the heat of his cock pressing against me, already hard and ready. He didn’t wait, didn’t tease—he just took. With one thrust, he buried himself inside me, filling me completely. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the dirt as he set a brutal pace, driving into me with a ferocity that left no room for gentleness.

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the woods, mingling with my desperate moans and his guttural growls. He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he pinned my wrists above my head, trapping me beneath him. His breath was hot against my ear as he spoke, his voice rough with desire.

“Beg for it,” he demanded.

My mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and pain, my body responding to his every command. “Please,” I whimpered, my voice barely audible. “Please, Adam… more.”

He pulled back slightly, slowing his pace just enough to make me squirm. “Louder.”

“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking. “More—I need more!”

With a satisfied grunt, he released my wrists and grabbed my hips again, slamming into me with renewed force. My breasts rubbed against the rough ground, the sensation a strange mix of discomfort and pleasure as he fucked me harder, deeper. His hands dug into my flesh, leaving marks that I knew would linger, reminders of his claim on me.

“That’s it,” he snarled, his voice thick with lust. “Take it. You’re mine, and you’ll take everything I give you.”

I moaned, my body trembling as he pounded into me, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. The dirt beneath me clung to my skin, my hair tangling with twigs and leaves, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way he made me feel—owned, claimed, wanted.

His pace became erratic, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he neared his peak. I could feel the tension building in my own body, the coil of arousal tightening until I was on the verge of unraveling.

“Come for me,” he ordered, his voice a harsh command. “Now.”

It was all I needed. My body obeyed, convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, my screams muffled by the dirt as I was consumed by the intensity of my release. Adam groaned above me, his thrusts growing frantic as he chased his own climax.

With one final, desperate thrust, he spilled inside me, his grip on my hips bruising as he held me tightly against him. We stayed like that for a moment, both of us trembling and breathless, the silence of the forest wrapping around us.

Slowly, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. I stayed on the ground, too spent to move, as he stood above me. His boots came into view as he stepped around to face me, and I looked up at him through tear-streaked eyes.

“Stand up,” he said, his voice softer now but no less commanding.

I pushed myself up on shaky legs, dirt clinging to my skin and clothes. Adam reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face before grabbing my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze.

“You’re mine,” he said again, his eyes burning with possession.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice hoarse but unwavering.

He nodded, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Good girl.”

Before I could respond, he turned and started walking back toward the campsite, leaving me standing there, disheveled and trembling. I watched him go for a moment before following, my legs still unsteady but my heart pounding with a strange mix of fear and exhilaration.

Adam pulled his pants back up, his eyes never leaving mine as he did so. He reached over to where my clothes were scattered on the ground and gathered them up, holding them in his hands for a moment before tossing them into the bushes behind him. My breath hitched as I realized what he was doing.

“You won’t be needing these,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “You’ll stay like this—bare, exposed, mine—for the rest of the weekend.”

My cheeks flushed, but I didn’t argue. Somehow, the thought of being stripped of my clothing, of being completely vulnerable to him, sent a shiver of excitement down my spine. I nodded, my lips parting slightly as I whispered, “Yes, Adam.”

He smirked, clearly pleased with my submission, and gestured for me to follow him. We walked back to the campsite, the cool night air brushing against my bare skin. I could feel the dirt clinging to me, mingling with the remnants of his cum on my face and the sticky wetness between my thighs. I felt filthy, exposed, and yet… alive. Every step seemed to deepen my surrender to him, to this primal game we were playing.

When we reached the fire, Adam sat down on a log and pulled me onto his lap. His hands roamed over my body, tracing patterns in the dirt and sweat that coated my skin. He didn’t say much, but his touch spoke volumes. It was possessive, claiming, reminding me with every brush of his fingers that I belonged to him now.

Hours passed, the fire crackling softly as we sat there in silence. The tension between us grew thicker with every passing minute, until finally, Adam stood up and pulled me to my feet. He grabbed a length of rope from his backpack and began to tie my wrists together, his movements deliberate and unhurried.

“On your knees,” he commanded, his voice deep and firm.

I obeyed without hesitation, lowering myself onto the ground in front of him. He tied the other end of the rope to a nearby tree, ensuring that I was securely bound and completely at his mercy. My heart pounded in my chest as I knelt there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for whatever he had planned.

Adam stepped behind me, his hands gripping my hips as he positioned me on all fours. I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, hot and heavy, as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.

“You’re going to take me in your ass tonight,” he said, his voice dark and demanding. “And you’re going to beg for it.”

My body trembled at his words, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through me. I had never done this before, but the sheer dominance in his tone made me want to submit completely. I nodded, my voice barely audible as I whispered, “Yes, Adam.”

He knelt behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks apart as he positioned himself at my tight entrance. I felt the head of his cock pressing against me, and I clenched instinctively, my body resisting the unfamiliar intrusion. But Adam didn’t stop. He pressed forward, slowly but firmly, until the tip of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle.

I gasped, the sensation overwhelming as he stretched me open. He paused for a moment, giving me time to adjust, before he began to push deeper. Inch by inch, he filled me, his thick cock stretching me in ways I had never experienced before. It hurt, but there was also a strange pleasure in the pain, a sense of complete surrender that made my body tremble.

Adam’s hands tightened on my hips as he began to thrust, each movement deliberate and controlled. I felt every inch of him sliding in and out of me, stretching me, claiming me in the most primal way possible. The pain gradually gave way to pleasure, and I found myself moaning softly, my body responding to his relentless rhythm.

“Beg for it,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

“Please…” I whimpered, my voice shaky but desperate. “Please, Adam… fuck me…”

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying my submission. “Louder.”

“Please!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the night. “Please fuck me! I need it… I need you…”

That was all the encouragement he needed. Adam’s thrusts became harder, faster, driving into me with a force that made me cry out in pleasure. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body, the pleasure building with every movement. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body trembling with the intensity of it all.

Adam’s breathing grew ragged as he fucked me, his grip on my hips tightening even more. I could tell he was close too, his rhythm becoming erratic as he approached his climax. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he came.

I screamed as my own orgasm ripped through me, my body convulsing with pleasure as I came untouched. The sensations were overwhelming, consuming me completely as I surrendered to the ecstasy of it all.

For a moment, we stayed like that, both of us trembling from the intensity of our climaxes. Then Adam pulled out, leaving me feeling empty and exposed. He untied the rope from the tree and helped me to my feet, his hands gentle now as he guided me back to the fire.

We sat there in silence once more, the flames flickering in the darkness. I could still feel the ache between my legs, a reminder of what had just happened. But more than that, I could feel a newfound sense of submission, a deep connection to Adam that went beyond words.

He leaned over, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re mine.”

I shivered, my voice barely audible as I responded, “I’m yours.”

Adam leaned back in his camp chair, the fire crackling softly behind us, casting flickering shadows across his face. His dark eyes bore into me with that familiar intensity, commanding without words. I knelt at his feet, my lips parting as I took him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, tasting the remnants of our earlier encounter. His hand tangled in my hair, guiding me, controlling the pace as I worshipped him. He didn’t need to speak; his grip told me everything. I pushed aside my own desires for his pleasure.

When he finally pulled away, I stayed there, breathing heavily, my body trembling with anticipation. He leaned back in his chair, his cock glistening in the firelight, and I curled up against his lap, my head resting on his thigh. The warmth of the fire and the exhaustion of the day washed over me, lulling me into a deep sleep.

I woke sometime later to the feeling of his rough hand cupping my breast, his fingers teasing my nipple into a hard peak. My breath hitched as I stirred, and he didn’t stop, his touch possessive and demanding. Before I could fully process what was happening, I felt his other hand wrap around the back of my neck, pulling me down toward his cock once more.

“Suck,” he commanded, his voice low and firm.

I didn’t hesitate. My lips wrapped around him, taking him deep into my mouth as he groaned softly above me. His hips bucked slightly, thrusting into me, and I let him set the pace, my tongue working in tandem with his movements. His grip on my hair tightened as he reached his peak, and I felt the familiar warmth of his release coating my face. He kept me there for a moment, his cock resting against my lips, before finally releasing me.

“Don’t clean up,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “Get dressed. We’re hiking.”

I obeyed, pulling on my boots and slipping into an unzipped fleece, feeling exposed even with the thin layer of fabric clinging to my skin. My backpack was hastily slung over my shoulders, and I followed him silently as we started down the trail. The cool morning air brushed against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine, but I didn’t dare complain. Adam’s presence was enough to keep me warm—or maybe it was the thrill of submission that coursed through my veins.

We hiked for hours, the scenery passing in a blur of trees and rocks. My mind wandered as my legs carried me forward, wondering if we’d encounter anyone on the trail. Part of me secretly hoped we would—hoped they’d see me like this, barely dressed, marked by Adam’s dominance. But the trail remained deserted, just the two of us and the wilderness stretching out endlessly before us.

Finally, Adam stopped, his hand gripping my arm as he directed me off the path and into a secluded clearing. The ground was soft beneath my feet, scattered with leaves and moss, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in dappled patterns. He turned to me, his dark eyes burning with that familiar intensity.

“On your hands and knees,” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding.

Without hesitation, I dropped to the ground, my breath quickening as I positioned myself for him. I heard the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants, and then I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me back toward him. The head of his cock pressed against my ass, and I whimpered softly, both nervous and excited for what was to come.

He didn’t wait. With one smooth motion, he pushed into me, stretching me open as he claimed me roughly. I gasped, my hands clawing at the ground as he began to thrust, each movement deep and deliberate. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place as he took what he wanted. I could feel the sting of pain mixed with pleasure, the overwhelming sensation of being completely dominated by him.

My hand moved instinctively toward my clit, desperate for relief, but he caught my wrist, his voice sharp and commanding.

“No. You don’t touch yourself. You’re here for my pleasure.”

I whimpered, but I obeyed, letting my hand fall back to the ground. My body trembled with need, but I knew better than to defy him. He continued to thrust into me, his pace unrelenting, each movement driving me closer to the edge without letting me fall over. I could feel the pressure building inside me, the ache between my legs growing more intense with every stroke.

Finally, he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he reached his climax. I felt him spill inside me, his cock pulsing as he claimed me once again. He stayed there for a moment, his breathing ragged, before pulling out and leaving me feeling empty and exposed.

“Get up,” he commanded, adjusting his clothing as if nothing had happened.

I obeyed, my legs shaky as I stood, feeling the evidence of him leaking down my thighs. He glanced at me, his gaze lingering for a moment before turning back toward the trail.

“Let’s keep moving,” he said, his voice calm and collected.

I followed him silently, my body still humming with the aftermath of our encounter. The trail stretched out before us, and I couldn’t help but wonder what else he had in store for me. My thoughts were interrupted by his sharp command.

“Stop wasting time. Keep up.”

His tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I quickened my pace. We kept hiking, the forest around us alive with the sounds of nature, but all I could focus on was him—his commanding presence, his dominance, and the undeniable truth that I was his.

The sun dipped low in the sky as we finally approached the campsite, the river glinting like liquid gold in the fading light. My legs ached from the hike, but the anticipation of what was to come buzzed under my skin, electric and unrelenting. Adam walked ahead of me, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over the path. I trailed behind, obedient and silent, my body already aching for his touch.

“Strip,” he commanded once we reached the riverbank, not even bothering to turn around. His voice was low, firm, and left no room for hesitation.

I obeyed without question, my fingers trembling slightly as I peeled off my clothes. The cool evening air kissed my skin, raising goosebumps along my arms and legs. Adam turned then, his dark eyes raking over my naked form. A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, and he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming me as always.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. He stripped quickly, his muscles flexing with every movement, and then he grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward the river.

The water was cold at first, biting against my skin, but I barely noticed. Adam’s hands were on me, rough and possessive, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together. His lips crashed onto mine, hungry and demanding, and I melted into him, my arms winding around his neck.

Our tongues tangled fiercely, the kiss wet and desperate, and then Adam’s hands were everywhere—gripping my hips, sliding up my back, squeezing my ass. I moaned into his mouth, my body alight with need, and he growled in response, the sound primal and possessive.

“You’re mine,” he muttered against my lips, his voice dark and filled with intent. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I breathed, the words slipping out almost effortlessly. They felt true, undeniable, and they only seemed to stoke the fire in him.

Adam shoved me gently yet firmly away from him, his hands sliding down to grip my waist. He spun me around, and without warning, I felt his cock pressing against my ass. I gasped, my hands bracing against the smooth rocks at the river’s edge as he positioned himself.

“You remember what this feels like?” he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. He didn’t wait for an answer. With one sharp thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely.

I cried out, the sensation both sharp and overwhelmingly pleasurable. He didn’t give me time to adjust, immediately setting a brutal pace, his hips slamming into me again and again. The water splashed around us, adding to the chaos of sensations—his hands gripping my hips, his teeth grazing my shoulder, his cock driving into me with relentless force.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck, you feel perfect.”

I could barely form a response, my mind consumed by the intensity of it all. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through me, my body instinctively arching to take him deeper. His teeth bit down on my shoulder, and I whimpered, the mix of pain and pleasure driving me wild.

“Adam,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. His grip tightened on my hips, his pace never faltering.

“Tell me you love it,” he commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.

“I love it,” I gasped, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. “I love it, I’m yours, I’m yours…”

He growled approvingly, his hands sliding up to grip my shoulders now, pulling me back against him as he continued to fuck me hard. The water sloshed around us, the sound of our bodies crashing together mingling with our ragged breaths.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. “Mine. All mine.”

I could feel the tension coiling in my body, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. But before I could tip over the edge, Adam suddenly pulled out of me, leaving me gasping and desperate.

“On your feet,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. I stumbled slightly as I stood, my legs shaky, but he caught me effortlessly, lifting me into his arms as if I weighed nothing.

“So fucking petite,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear as he carried me out of the water. His touch was possessive, his arms firm around me, and I couldn’t help but feel completely owned by him.

He set me down against a tree, my back pressed against the rough bark, and then he was on me again, his lips claiming mine in a searing kiss. His hands slid down my body, gripping my thighs and hiking them up around his waist as he positioned himself once more.

With one swift motion, he was inside me again, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, his thrusts deep and deliberate. The tree bark scratched at my back, but I barely noticed, my entire world narrowing down to the way he felt inside me.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. My eyes fluttered open, meeting his intense gaze. There was something raw and unfiltered in his eyes, something that made my stomach twist with desire.

“You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice steady and sure. “And I’m never letting you go.”

I moaned his name, my body trembling as he continued to thrust into me with relentless force. The friction was exquisite, every movement sending shocks of pleasure through me. His hands tightened on my thighs, his grip bruising but somehow comforting in its intensity.

My body and ass convulsed around him as I cried out his name. Adam didn’t stop, his thrusts growing even more frantic as he chased his own release.

With a low groan, he buried himself deep inside me, his body shuddering as he came. For a moment, we stayed like that, our breaths ragged, our bodies still entwined. Then Adam pulled away, his hands gently lowering my legs back to the ground.

“Let’s get back to the campsite,” he said, his voice calm but still laced with possessiveness. He picked up our clothes, handing mine to me without a word, and then he grabbed my hand, leading me back through the trees.

My body was sore, my mind still reeling from the intensity of it all, but I followed him willingly, my hand secure in his. The truth was undeniable—I was his, completely and utterly, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.