The dirt path wound through the lush green of the mountainside, sunlight cutting in golden ribbons through the canopy above. Elena lifted her water bottle to her lips, her pale skin glowing in the heat, her dark hair pulled back but still escaping in tendrils around her flushed face. Every step pressed her curves against the snug fit of her hiking shorts, the sway of her hips deliberate, like she wanted to be watched.

And someone was.

She could feel his presence before she saw him—the heavy, steady rhythm of boots on packed earth. A shadow lengthened behind her, taller, broader than most men. She slowed, letting her eyes drift casually over her shoulder.

There he was.

Tan skin kissed by the sun, muscles filling out the gray t-shirt clinging damp against his chest, jaw sharp, lips full and parted as he exhaled from the climb. His hands—calloused, strong—adjusted the strap of his pack. His gaze lingered on her just a heartbeat longer than polite, like he had already undressed her in his mind.

She smirked to herself and kept walking, swinging her hips just a little more.

“Trail’s steep up ahead,” he said, voice low, rough, like gravel rubbed between fingers.

Elena turned her head, brown eyes catching his. “Guess I’ll just have to keep up, won’t I?”

A slow grin spread over his mouth, teeth white against his sun-bronzed skin. “Or I’ll have to catch you.”

The air between them thickened, hot as the midday sun. Neither mentioned names. Neither mentioned why they were here. The game was already alive in both of them—two strangers on a mountain path, a chase waiting to happen.

He chuckled, deep and unbothered. “Relax,” he said, eyes glinting with amusement. “Just kidding.”

He tipped his head toward another fork in the trail, like he might veer off that way, and then turned his back on her, boots crunching against gravel as he strode away.

Elena lingered a moment, watching the wide span of his shoulders, the casual strength in his movements. Something in her tightened at the sight, and she hated that it did.

She blew out a soft laugh at herself and shook her head, refocusing on the path ahead.

The forest welcomed her back into its arms—green and quiet, sun-warmed air tinged with pine and earth. She walked at her own pace now, letting tension roll off her with each step. The past few weeks had been a blur of schedules, obligations, noise. This—this was what she needed. No deadlines. No expectations. Just her, the mountain, and the whisper of wind through leaves.

Eventually, she found a clearing bathed in dappled sunlight. Wildflowers of every color bobbed gently in the breeze, delicate bursts of purple and yellow and white. A distant trickle of water teased her ears, promising a stream somewhere beyond the trees. Birds chirped lazily, calling to one another like old friends.

Elena sighed, long and deep, her chest loosening as if she’d been holding her breath for weeks. She sank down at the base of a sturdy oak, its bark cool and rough against her back. She stretched her legs out in the grass, toes wriggling in her hiking shoes, and tipped her head up to watch clouds drift across the sky.

The forest hummed a lullaby.

Her eyes fluttered shut.

She didn’t mean to fall asleep. But the warmth of the sun on her skin, the sweet scent of flowers, and the soothing chorus of nature pulled her under until the world went soft and quiet.

He almost walked past the clearing. Almost.

The faintest glimpse of pale skin and dark hair through the trees caught his eye, halting his steps. Quiet as a hunter, he eased closer, parting a branch to see her.

There she was.

She’d slumped against the trunk of an old oak, one hand resting limply in the grass, the other over her stomach. Her chest rose and fell in deep, slow breaths, the kind that only came with utter surrender to sleep.

His gaze traced her.

The curve of her hips under those fitted shorts, how the fabric clung to her thighs like a secret. The way her legs stretched out carelessly, strong yet soft, inviting in their unguarded sprawl. Her lips—full, pink, slightly parted—looked like they were made to be kissed, bitten, owned. Long lashes fanned against her pale skin, brushing her cheekbones with each subtle flutter of dreaming.

Christ.

He felt the heat coil low in his gut, a sudden, sharp ache that made him shift on his feet. He wasn’t a man prone to hesitation, but there was something about her—this stranger—that pulled him in like gravity. She looked so peaceful here, untouched by the world, unaware of him.

He wanted to ruin that peace.

To see those soft lips gasp around his name. To watch that serenity shatter into heat and hunger and need because of him.

His hand flexed unconsciously, calloused fingers itching to feel the give of her skin beneath them.

He took one step closer, careful not to disturb the birdsong, just enough to drink her in from another angle.

God, she was beautiful.

He stepped closer, the ground beneath his boots muffled by grass and fallen petals. She didn’t stir—still lost in that dreamlike quiet.

He crouched beside her, knees bending slow, deliberate. Up close, she was even more devastating. The sun lit her skin like porcelain, kissed with warmth where it touched her shoulders, her throat, the tops of her breasts peeking from her tank.

His hand hovered just above her cheek, and then he gave in.

A single fingertip brushed a loose strand of dark hair from her face, tucking it gently behind her ear. She shifted faintly, a small sound in her throat, but didn’t wake.

He exhaled, low and silent.

His knuckle traced along her jaw, down the delicate slope of her chin, pausing at the bow of her lips. They were soft-looking, sinful in their fullness. He ghosted his finger over them, barely touching, enough to feel their warmth.

Dark thoughts unspooled in his mind—slow, possessive, unrepentant. What would she do if she woke like this? Would those brown eyes widen in fear… or heat? Would she pull away, or would she part those lips for him?

He wanted to find out.

His gaze dropped to the steady rise and fall of her chest beneath her tank. Each breath pushed the fabric tight across the swell of her breasts, making his pulse thrum harder. He imagined her waking to him pinning her wrists to the grass, imagined breaking that innocent stillness with the rough weight of his body pressing her into the earth.

A muscle ticked in his jaw.

Not yet.

He let his hand fall away, fingers curling into a fist as if restraining themselves. He lingered there, just watching, feeding on the tension coiled in his blood like a predator savoring the hunt.

His finger drifted lower, a featherlight stroke over the column of her throat. Her skin was warm, pulse thrumming gently beneath.

And then her lashes fluttered.

Slow. Heavy. Brown eyes blinked open, confusion clouding them at first—until they focused on him. Recognition flared, sharp and electric.

She stiffened. “What the hell are you doing?” she whispered, voice hoarse from sleep but laced with warning.

He didn’t flinch.

Instead, his hand stayed exactly where it was, thumb brushing the side of her neck, firm enough for her to feel the strength behind it. His mouth curved—not a smile, not really. Something darker.

“You shouldn’t fall asleep out here like this,” he said, voice low, a rasp that sent vibrations straight through her chest. “All alone. Anyone could find you.”

Her breath caught, shallow, but she didn’t move away. She couldn’t seem to.

“Anyone?” she murmured, barely audible.

“Anyone,” he echoed, leaning in just slightly, his shadow swallowing the sunlight on her face. “Lucky for you, it was me.”

Her spine went rigid beneath his touch. “Lucky?” she snapped, voice breaking the quiet clearing. “How the hell is it lucky when you’re—” her breath hitched, “—touching me while I’m sleeping?”

He laughed then. Low. Deep. The kind of laugh that rippled over skin like a warning and a promise all at once.

“Because,” he murmured, tilting his head, eyes locked on hers, “now you get to be awake when I make you shatter under me.”

Her face flushed crimson, heat crawling up her neck. Words tumbled out, sharp but unsteady. “That’s— that’s disgusting. You can’t just— That’s a sick thing to—”

He cut her off with nothing more than a look, a slow sweep of his gaze downward, then back up to her eyes. “Is it?” he asked, darkly calm. “Then why are you pressing your thighs together like that?”

She froze.

“And why,” he added, leaning in until she could feel his breath at her ear, “are you breathing heavier now than when you were asleep?”

Her lips parted, but no sound came out. The forest felt too quiet suddenly, like the entire world was holding its breath with her.

“I am not,” she hissed, slapping his hand away from where it hovered near her chest. “Get over yourself.”

She shoved at the ground, trying to stand, but before she could rise more than an inch, his other hand clamped firmly over her hip, pinning her down to the grass.

The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of her shorts, a searing brand that sent a pulse of unwanted fire straight to her core. She bit down on her lip, hard, as if she could crush the feeling before it surfaced.

He felt it.

He knew it.

His gaze dropped, and when he saw the telltale points of her nipples straining against her tight tank, his mouth curved into a slow, predatory grin.

“Well, well,” he drawled, voice low and sinful, “look at you.”

Her breath stuttered, and she hated herself for it.

“You slap me,” he went on, thumb pressing harder into her hip, “call me sick…” His eyes dragged over her chest deliberately. “And here you are, nipples hard for the man you just called a pervert.”

She opened her mouth to retort, but nothing came.

He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “Tell me, sweetheart… what does that make you? All wet and worked up under a sick man like me?”

“Go fuck yourself,” she spat, venom in every word.

He only grinned wider, teeth flashing in the dappled light. “Is that right?” he murmured. “Then tell me to stop.”

Her chest heaved as his hands slid from her hips, up her sides, slow enough to make her shiver despite herself. Calloused palms skimmed over her ribs before cupping her breasts—full, heavy, soft in his grip.

She gasped, a sharp, involuntary sound that escaped before she could swallow it.

“Say it,” he taunted, fingers tightening just enough to make her nipples pebble harder against his palms. “Tell me to stop.”

She glared at him, fury burning in her eyes, but behind it—God, he could see it—the flicker of heat she couldn’t kill.

Her lips trembled as if to speak, but no words came.

He chuckled, dark and low, thumbs circling lazily over her peaks. “That’s what I thought. You talk like you hate me, sweetheart, but your body’s honest.”

Her breath hitched again, and he leaned down, lips grazing her jaw. “It’s begging for me.”

“I’m not even the smallest bit turned on,” she said, but the words were paper-thin, trembling on her lips.

“Liar,” he breathed against her ear. Then his teeth caught her earlobe, a sharp nip that made her gasp before she could stop herself.

“Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his voice a dark caress. “Right now. Say the words, or I’ll take that silence as a yes.”

She opened her mouth, but only a soft, helpless sound escaped when his tongue traced down her neck, hot and slow. Her hands fisted in the grass at her sides, her body betraying her even as her eyes burned with defiance.

“That’s what I thought,” he said against her skin, lips curling into a grin.

One hand slid down to her stomach, pinning her in place, while the other hooked into the center of her tight tank top. The fabric strained as he pulled—then gave way with a rough tear, the sound loud in the quiet clearing.

The halves of her shirt fell apart, baring her full, heavy breasts to the open air. Her nipples were already stiff, flushed peaks begging for his touch.

He looked at them, then back up at her face, that grin still there—dark, knowing. “God,” he said lowly, thumbs brushing over her bare skin now, “you’re even better than I imagined.”

Her breath caught in her throat, but she didn’t tell him to stop.

She bit her lip, trying to summon some scrap of control, and managed a snarky, breathless jab. “You owe me a shirt, you asshole.”

He barked out a low laugh, the sound vibrating through his chest. “Do I?” he murmured, and then his hand shot up to grab her chin, firm, forcing her to look at him.

“I like that smart mouth,” he said, eyes locked on hers, blue and unyielding. “I like that you’re pissed at me. You have no idea how hard your anger makes me.”

His other hand closed over her bare breast, rough and possessive, thumb rolling over her peaked nipple. She gasped, body arching despite herself, and he caught the sound with a dark grin.

Her brown eyes met his, defiant and molten all at once, pupils blown wide with need. She was trying to fight it—he could see it—but every flush of her cheeks, every soft moan slipping free, told the truth.

“Yeah,” he rasped, leaning closer, still holding her chin tight. “That’s it. Let me see those eyes when you break.”

Then his mouth crashed down on hers, hard, devouring. She gasped into the kiss and he used it, deepening it, taking. When she whimpered, he pulled back just enough to spit into her mouth—filthy, claiming—before covering it with his lips again, swallowing the soft, shocked moan that followed.

She stared up at him, chest still heaving from his touch, lips parted as if to argue again—but she didn’t. Not this time.

Her fingers reached for his waistband, undoing his belt with slow, deliberate movements. He stood over her, watching, blue eyes burning with satisfaction as she pushed his shorts down over his hips.

She sank to her knees in the grass, still holding his gaze, defiance flickering once more before dissolving into raw need.

“That’s better,” he rasped, his voice low and rough. “Finally ready to stop lying to yourself?”

She didn’t answer with words. Instead, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, hot and eager, her lips sealing tight around him.

He groaned, one hand tangling in her dark hair, the other resting heavy on her shoulder. “Good girl,” he breathed. “Use that mouth… do something useful with it for once.”

Her brown eyes locked onto his, pupils blown wide as she worked him deep, her tongue tracing him in slow, hungry licks.

“God, look at you,” he growled, hips flexing slightly. “So fucking beautiful. I knew I had to have you the second I saw you.”

His thumb brushed her cheek where it hollowed around him. “And now here you are,” he muttered, voice dark and full of heat, “on your knees for me like you were made for this.”

A guttural groan tore from his throat as his hand found her ponytail, wrapping the dark length tight around his fist. “That’s it,” he growled, pulling her head back just enough to look down at her before thrusting forward into her mouth.

She met him eagerly, lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing with every deep pull. Her hands gripped his hips, then slid lower, stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, each motion perfectly in sync with the rhythm he set.

It was messy, wet, raw—the sound of her moans vibrating against him as she devoured him like she needed this as much as air. Her lashes fluttered, her brown eyes glassy with lust but locked on his, and it nearly undid him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tightening his grip in her hair as his hips rolled again. “Look at you. So goddamn perfect.”

She moaned around him at his words, her tongue swirling greedily, and he felt it—the moment she gave in completely. All pretense, all defiance, gone.

“Needy little thing,” he rasped, voice rough as gravel. “Like you’ve been starving for me your whole life.”

And judging by the way she sucked him deeper, desperate and unashamed, maybe she had.

He pulled back suddenly, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet, loud pop. A needy whimper escaped her before she could stop it.

“I—” she panted, chest heaving, “I need it back in my mouth. I need to taste you—”

He laughed, low and wicked, the sound rolling through her bones. “God, you’re dirty,” he murmured, cupping her chin and tilting her flushed face up to him. “Wanting a stranger this bad. Look at you—begging for it.”

Her breath shuddered as his fist stayed tangled in her ponytail, forcing her to hold his gaze. Then, without warning, he hauled her to her feet.

Her shorts were around her ankles before she even had time to process, the cool air hitting her bare, slick heat. She gasped, back pressed to the rough bark of the tree as he dropped to his knees before her.

“Spread,” he ordered, voice dark silk.

She obeyed. She couldn’t not.

He dove in, tongue and lips consuming her with greedy, unrelenting hunger. She cried out, head falling back against the trunk, fingers clawing at his hair as he devoured her.

“Oh, God—” she moaned, hips grinding helplessly against his mouth. “Yes—yes, don’t stop—”

Her chant built, breathless and needy, her thighs trembling as she rode his tongue like it was the only thing tethering her to earth.

His mouth left her aching heat just long enough for her to whimper in protest—then two of his thick fingers slid inside her, filling her to the knuckle in one thrust. She gasped, her body jerking, but he was already rising, his other hand grabbing her thigh and hiking it high around his hip, pinning her to the tree with his weight.

“God, you’re so wet,” he growled against her skin, fingers driving into her, relentless. “All this for me?”

She could only moan, her hands fisting in his shirt, nails digging through the fabric.

His mouth found her breast, lips latching onto a stiff pink peak, sucking hard until she cried out. “Tell me,” he demanded roughly between licks and nips, “you want to cum for me? You want to drench my fingers?”

“Yes—” she gasped, breathless, “yes, I—”

“Scream it.” His fingers slammed into her deeper, harder, curling just right. “Let the whole damn forest hear how bad you need me to make you cum.”

Her head tipped back, a strangled cry ripping from her throat. “I need it! Please—make me cum—please!”

“That’s my girl,” he groaned, doubling his pace, his mouth sucking hard on her breast as his fingers worked her mercilessly.

The tension snapped like a live wire—her body arching tight against him, her cries shattering the quiet woods as she came hard, clenching around his fingers, pulsing with release. He held her there through every spasm, mouth still on her chest, fingers milking every last wave from her until she was shaking against him.

Her release tore through her again, raw and unrestrained, and he didn’t let up—his fingers still driving into her, his thumb circling her swollen clit until she screamed. Her thighs shook violently as another climax ripped out of her, wetter, harder—liquid heat spilling down over his hand.

He laughed darkly, low and primal, watching her come apart. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice thick with desire. “Making a mess all over me. God, you’re beautiful like this… wild, filthy… mine.”

Her answer was a broken moan, but even that wasn’t enough—he coaxed another shuddering release out of her, groaning as she squirted over his fingers. “That’s it,” he urged. “Give me everything. Show me how good you can come for me.”

She did, again and again, until she was trembling, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat.

When at last she sagged against him, gasping for air, he smirked down at her, ready to tease—when her eyes opened.

And they’d changed.

Gone was the softness, the pleading. What stared back at him now was dark, hungry—predatory.

She shoved at his chest suddenly, hard enough to make him stumble back and land on the grass with a surprised laugh. “Oh?” he drawled, half amused, half aroused beyond control.

She was already on him, straddling his lap, nails dragging down his chest as she reached between them. Her slick fingers wrapped around his thick length, positioning him at her entrance.

“You think you’ve got control?” she said, voice low and dangerous, hips grinding teasingly against his tip. “You better fuck me like I’m the last woman on earth. You better stretch me until I can’t even walk. You better give me every. Single. Inch.”

His hands shot to her hips, grip punishing, as he groaned at her words, at the molten heat poised just over him. “Careful what you ask for,” he warned, voice wrecked.

“Shut the fuck up,” she snarled, lowering onto him in one hard thrust. “And give that  cock  to me.”

She slammed down onto him again, a choked scream tearing from her throat as he filled her to the hilt. Her nails clawed at his chest, leaving red trails over his skin. “Harder!” she demanded, voice ragged. “You can do better than that!”

His answering growl vibrated through her bones. “You think you’re in charge?” His hands seized her hips, dragging her down harder, forcing her to take every brutal inch. The impact made her cry out, but she still smirked through it.

“You call that fucking?” she taunted, bouncing on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone with every thrust. “God, you’re—” she gasped as he hit deep, “—you’re almost worth it—”

He snarled and brought his palm down on her ass with a sharp crack that made her yelp and clench around him. “Almost worth it?” he bit out, blue eyes blazing. “I’ll show you worth it, you stubborn little brat.”

The rhythm turned brutal—her hips slamming down as he thrust up to meet her, their bodies colliding in a raw, primal rhythm. Skin on skin, the sound of it echoing through the clearing as sweat slicked their bodies.

She leaned forward, grabbing his jaw, forcing him to look at her as she rode him hard. “You’re mine,” she hissed. “Say it.”

He laughed, low and rough, even as his own breath stuttered. “Never. You’ll be screaming my name first.”

“Try me,” she snarled.

Another smack of his hand against her ass sent her arching, a half-scream, half-moan ripping free. “God, you feel perfect,” he groaned, thrusting up so deep she saw stars. “So tight, so greedy—like you were made for this cock.”

She bit down on his shoulder, hard, and he roared, flipping them suddenly, pinning her beneath him as he pounded into her with relentless force.

Her nails dug into his back, dragging down hard enough to draw blood. “Don’t you dare stop!” she screamed. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

He buried his face in her neck, voice dark and wrecked. “Not until I’ve ruined you. Not until you can’t remember anything but me.”

Their rhythm turned savage, primal, neither willing to yield—until the edges of control blurred and they were both lost to it completely.

Their bodies collided in a brutal rhythm, neither giving an inch. He laughed through his ragged breaths, low and dark, a sound that only made her crazier. “Look at us,” he groaned, pounding into her harder. “Out in the damn woods, fucking like we’ve lost our minds.”

She slapped him across the chest mid-thrust, the crack of it sharp in the air. “Do better,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “I’ve had harder—”

That earned her a dangerous grin. “You little liar,” he growled, voice pure threat and promise. “You want better?”

Before she could retort, he tore himself from her and spun her onto her hands and knees. She barely had a second to curse him before his hand tangled in her ponytail, yanking her head back.

“Here’s better,” he snarled—and slammed into her from behind, so hard and deep she screamed, raw and wild.

Her fingers dug into the grass as he set a punishing pace, each thrust driving her forward, his grip in her hair anchoring her in place.

“You feel that?” he gritted out, his hips snapping against her with unrelenting force. “That’s me claiming you.”

“Harder!” she screamed back, meeting him thrust for thrust, voice breaking on the demand. “You think this is enough? Harder!”

He laughed again, breathless but triumphant, slapping her ass hard enough to leave his handprint. “Greedy little bitch. You’ll take what I give you.”

“Then give me everything!” she shouted, body shaking but refusing to yield.

“Oh, I will,” he promised darkly, yanking her hair to arch her back as he slammed into her again and again. “And when you’re screaming my name in about thirty seconds, I’ll remind you who won.”

“Over my dead body,” she panted, but her voice wavered, betraying how close she was.

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned through gritted teeth, his hips driving harder, deeper. “You feel like a fucking dream—tight little cunt milking me like it never wants to let go. God, those walls… like velvet.”

She cried out, shoving back against him, her voice shaking with pleasure and fury. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop! I want it—want your cock forever. You hear me? Forever!”

His laugh was hoarse, savage. “Forever? Sweetheart, you can barely handle me now.” He slammed into her so deep she screamed. “But you’re taking it like you were born for this.”

Lewd, wet sounds filled the woods with every brutal snap of his hips. Her moans broke into raw, guttural noises that only made him lose control more.

“Say it,” he growled, yanking her hair to force her gaze over her shoulder, his blue eyes burning into her brown. “Say how fucking bad you need me.”

“I need you!” she sobbed, voice rising. “Need this cock—need you to ruin me, wreck me, make me yours—”

“That’s right,” he snarled, pounding her so hard the tree bark scraped her knees. “Say it again—louder!”

“I’ll never get enough!” she screamed, trembling around him. “Never! Please—don’t stop—fuck me until I can’t walk, can’t think—”

“You filthy little thing,” he groaned, fingers bruising her hips. “So fucking greedy. You’d let me keep you like this forever, wouldn’t you? Bent over, full of me, dripping down your thighs—”

“Yes!” she cried out, voice cracking with need. “God, yes—please—fill me, own me, I don’t care—just don’t stop!”

He lost it then, hips slamming with savage precision, every thrust claiming her completely as the world dissolved into sweat, sound, and sin.

His hand cracked against her ass, harder this time, the sound echoing through the trees. She cried out—not in pain, but pure, filthy pleasure—and pushed back against him, her walls clenching tight around his cock.

“Fuck, you love that,” he groaned, spanking her again, leaving a perfect red print on her pale skin. “Look at you, squeezing me so tight like you’re trying to keep me buried inside you.”

“I do,” she moaned, voice breaking, “God, don’t you dare stop—”

He grabbed her ass with both hands then, spreading her wide to watch the way she took him. “Christ,” he hissed, watching his cock slide in and out of her slick heat, every thrust pulling lewd, wet sounds from her body. “You’re perfect. Look at this greedy little pussy—gripping me like she’s never letting me go.”

“Please,” she begged, delirious, clawing at the ground beneath her. “Please don’t stop, I need it, I need you—”

He slammed into her harder, groaning through clenched teeth. “You’re gonna get it. You’re gonna take every drop I give you.” He bent low over her back, voice harsh and filthy in her ear. “I’m gonna fill this slutty little pussy with my cum, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”

“Yes!” she cried, meeting every thrust with desperate force. “Please—fill me—make me yours, I need it so bad—”

“Beg louder,” he growled, pounding into her so deep she screamed. “Beg for me to breed this tight, perfect cunt.”

Her answer was a broken, wanton cry: “Fill me! Please—I want your cum—give it to me!”

He felt her tighten, felt her teetering on that sharp, perfect edge—and then he pulled out.

She screamed, raw and furious, collapsing forward onto her elbows. “No! Don’t you fucking dare—”

“Oh, I dare,” he growled, his hand coming down to spank her clit, sharp and precise.

She gasped, jolting, the shock shooting through her entire body. “Oh—God—”

Another slap. Wet, lewd, punishing.

“Say it,” he demanded, voice low and merciless. “Say what you need.”

“I—need—” she whimpered, shaking uncontrollably.

He slapped again, harder, making her cry out. “Not good enough. What do you need, you dirty whore?”

“You!” she sobbed, clawing at the dirt. “I need your cock—your cum—please, please—”

“Louder,” he ordered, fingers spreading her slick lips to expose her trembling clit before smacking it again.

Her whole body convulsed. “I NEED YOUR CUM IN MY PUSSY!” she screamed, voice breaking, desperate and raw. “PLEASE FILL ME WITH YOUR CUM— BREED ME PLEASE!”

His groan was animal. He yanked  her up by her ponytail and slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

She shattered instantly—mindless, violent pleasure tearing through her as she came hard around him, soaking them both, her release messy and unrestrained. She wailed, body convulsing, drenching his cock, her thighs, the ground beneath them.

“Fuck—yes—” he snarled, pounding through her climax, his own release roaring up like fire. “Take my cum—take all of it—you’re gonna feel me for days—”

He buried deep, hips grinding as he emptied into her with a guttural groan, filthy words tumbling from his lips. “So much cum—stuffing this perfect breeding pussy—filling you until you can’t hold anymore—fuck—”

She collapsed onto her knees as he stayed inside her, both of them shaking, ruined, and utterly spent—claiming and claimed all at once.

For a long moment, neither of them moved. Just the sound of their breathing—ragged, uneven—mingled with the hush of the forest.

He finally eased out of her, his hands steadying her trembling hips. She sank back onto her heels, boneless, and he reached into his pack for the wipes he’d stashed there.

“Come here,” he said softly now, the roughness in his voice replaced with warmth. He cleaned her carefully, taking his time, his big hands suddenly gentle.

She watched him through half-lidded eyes, still catching her breath, and when he was done, he stood and peeled off his shirt. “Since I ruined yours,” he murmured, slipping it over her head. It hung loose on her, smelling like him, and she smiled faintly as she tugged it down over her thighs.

He brushed a thumb over her flushed cheek. “Still mad at me?”

She huffed a quiet laugh and leaned into his touch. “Ask me again when I can feel my legs.”

That made him laugh, a low, genuine sound. He pulled her against him, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek to his chest. For a moment, the obsession and possessiveness game was gone—it was just them, together, whole.

He tipped her chin up and kissed her, slow and sweet, nothing like the frenzy from before. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” he whispered.

Her lips curved into a smile. “Happy anniversary.”

The forest stood silent around them, golden light spilling through the trees as they held each other close, their hearts steady, their love as fierce and alive as it had been ten years ago—maybe more.