I slide one hand from her hip, dragging it over the curve of her ass. I circle her tight little hole, teasing the entrance, then press my thumb inside.
She gasps—loud and ragged—hips jerking, torn between the instinct to run and the desire to take everything.
I groan, fucking her harder, my cock driving deep while my thumb fucks her tight little asshole. “You take it all, don’t you? Every inch. Every filthy fucking inch.”
Her breath turns to sobs. Her body shakes, caught in the storm, wrecked and split open.
“Come for me, Laurette,” I growl. “Right now. With my cock buried in your pussy and my thumb in your ass.”
I shift back onto my heels, pulling her with me, watching it all. Candlelight flickers over her skin, glinting off sweat, painting her in gold and shadow. Her body jerks, and I watch her break with both holes stretched around me.
“That’s it,” I say. “My beautiful girl. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
I slam into her, chasing the pleasure knotted in obsession and need. Her legs quake. Her arms hang limp in the restraints. She’s beyond gone—silent but screaming, undone in every way.
I lean forward, blanketing her body with mine, mouth brushing her ear. “One day, Laurette, I’ll fuck this ass and make you take every inch. You’ll scream my name while I ruin you.”
She gasps, and the sound shreds through me.
I hammer into her, brutal and unrelenting, her body welcoming every thrust. My hand grips her hip, hard enough to leave marks—proof she’s claimed long after I’m gone.
Her pussy clamps down, velvet walls fluttering around me as she shatters. I slam forward one last time and let go. Cum floods into her—hot and claiming. Thick ropes spill deep inside her, right where they belong. I hold her there, impaled and trembling, cock buried to the hilt as my release pulses through her.
“Fuck,” I rasp, voice shredded. “That’s it. Take all of me.”
She whimpers, her body wrecked. I don’t move. Not yet. Not until I’ve memorized the way she feels wrapped around me.
She collapses, and I cradle her, hands gentler now, whispering praise into sweat-slick skin. “Beautiful girl. Say my name.”
She turns her face, lips parted. “My Wolf?—”
God, yes.
I kiss her neck. “You did so fucking well.”
She melts beneath me.
Obedient. Ruined. Claimed.
Her breath stutters against the mattress as I ease back, still buried deep, still pulsing inside her. I run my hands down her back, slow and soothing, tracing every tremor.
Then I pull out.
She whimpers, and I reach for the restraints, undoing the knots one by one. The silk slips from her skin. Her arms fall limp, and I gather her into me.
I kiss her shoulder, the hollow of her spine, and the side of her neck where her pulse still races. She melts into me. No resistance. Only surrender.
I wrap my arms around her and hold tight.
“You were perfect, Babygirl.” I brush damp hair from her cheek. “So fucking perfect. You belong to me now.”
She shifts. The blindfold is askew but still covering her eyes. “I’m yours.”
We’re tangled with her cheek on my chest, her leg over mine. The silk tie is crumpled beside us. And in the dark—where the air still hums with sex and sweat and something sacred—I hold her.
This woman’s carved into me now, and I have no plans of letting go.
She stirs, her voice soft against my skin. “You still haven’t told me your name.”
