He moaned, his hips bucking forward, his cock sliding into her, filling her completely.
"Shit," he gasped, his fingers digging into her skin. "You feel amazing."
Deepa was overcome with pleasure. She could feel every inch of him, his warmth spreading through her.
He began to thrust, his pace increasing, his cock hitting her in all the right places.
She cried out, her body bucking, her toes curling. This was what the wolf wanted, to be fucked senseless and bred. To be filled with his seed again and again until they created new life.
He growled, his tongue licking the spot below her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Nobody," he huffed. "Nobody ever told me that it would feel like this."
Deepa couldn't speak. She could only moan, her body writhing beneath him, his cock pulsating inside her.
He gripped her hips, his thrusts becoming frantic, his breath hot against her skin.
"Shit," he growled, his cock twitching, his thrusts faltering. "Fuck, I'm close."
Deepa could feel herself reaching her limit, her muscles clamping around his length, her body trembling.
He cursed under his breath, his thrusts becoming erratic, his body tense.
Deepa bit down on his shoulder, her teeth breaking the skin, causing him to gasp as the pain mixed with pleasure.
She felt his cock twitch inside her, his warmth spilling deep within, pumping wave after wave of warm cum straight into her fertile womb.
The feeling was overwhelming. Her mind going blank, her body tingling, her muscles spasming.
They clung to each other, their bodies trembling, their hearts racing.
It felt like they had become one, their bodies perfectly in sync, their souls connected.
For the first time in Deepa's life she felt safe. She felt whole.
Even if it was in the arms of a killer.
Chapter Seven
Deepa was awoken by the sunrise. She opened her eyes to see a pale face inches from her own.
"What the fuck?" she gasped, scrambling away.
"Hey," he said gently, still fully naked and not the least bit ashamed of himself.
"Hey?" Deepa spat. "That's all you have to say for yourself? What the fuck did you do to me last night?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I think you already know."
"No," Deepa shook her head. "No, that's not what I meant. Why the fuck did we... why did I..."
Deepa couldn't finish her sentence.
"You came to fuck me," he said bluntly. "Perhaps you tried and failed to strangle my cock to death."
"Bastard," Deepa snapped.
"Please," he huffed. "Tell me something I don't know."
