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My hair is a pure mess of curls. Suddenly, a flash of memory pierced through my haze. Jeremías dark face staring down at me, intensely. “Take your hands off. I love it when you moan loudly.” His hands squeezing my breasts, and his mouth on mine. It flashes sharply, suddenly robbing me of a pleasant morning. I stagger back, my hand flying to cover my mouth. What the hell did I do last night? And with Jeremías?

Mmmh... Ugh…. Uhhh.. Ouch… “Aw… can't you slow down a little bit Miss? Who taught you this wild?!” Sandro complained. He is not an innocent man…and made love to many women all over the world…but this is the first time he had encountered this kind of romance. Amanda is on top of him, in a reverse cowgirl position, the back of her naked body at the side near Sandro's head, while the wild woman continued to move up and down…a few times Amanda bit Sandro's lower thigh…and that made him moan.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

Xandar went rougher with her this time, slamming with each thrust as Lucianne’s moans and whimpers of pleasure continued driving him and his animal insane. When she screamed and her core tightened around him, the product of his own orgasm shot into her. He pressed their bodies together as they took heavy breaths. After a moment, he gave her butt a surprise squeeze to elicit her gasp and cute moan before he whispered, “Does this mean you love me when I’m rough and violent, baby?”

I trailed my hands up her back, sinking my nails in her flesh until I wrapped my arms around her upper body, pulling her right against my chest. "Lose yourself for me!" I ordered. Amber screamed as she hit her climax, but it was not out of pleasure. Oh no, I clawed and scratched her face in two clean swipes, during her orgasm. I gouged her eye out, and cut her cheeks and her upper lip in half.

I should not have been so rough. “I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay? I had no idea that...I'm sorry, are you hurting?” I asked, staring at the spot and my fingers caressing the spot. "Oh please, it's a love mark and I love it. It would remind me of our wildness later... When I'm alone." she muttered before pulling me back on her. I didn't want to rush things, I wanted to take it slow with her but it looks like my little princess have grown into something savage, something I love, she didn't look like she wanted to be treated with care because while she grabbed me for a deep kiss, she molded my butt with her hands... I knew our love making had always been wild but this one... Fuck it!

The room devoured them. She didn’t remember how her legs wrapped around his waist or how his mouth found the hollow of her throat with the desperation of a man who hadn’t breathed in days. It wasn’t love. It wasn’t even comfort. It was combustion—chaotic, fast, and hot like a storm striking dry land. Colton didn’t ask for permission. Savannah didn’t offer protest. Every pull of his hands down her back felt like he was trying to strip away the days they’d spent lying to each other. Their bodies collided against the silk sheets like waves on granite—violent, beautiful, inevitable.

Only when I came down from the plateau did he begin to fuck me like the wild animal he was, his movements more jarring than before. But dear God, I loved what he was doing to me, allowing my unbridled self to come out and play. He was relentless in his savage fucking, pounding my back against the tile. The steam was everywhere, filling the tub and bathroom, sweat pouring off the powerful man’s face. All I could think about was licking it off. It seemed he had something better in mind, crushing his mouth over mine, capturing every moan that rushed up from my throat.