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She stills for second, and her breath audibly catches, then she relaxes and pats her face dry. Her already familiar scent changes, a musky undertone signifies her growing arousal and she looks at herself in the mirror like a deer caught in the headlights. I can sense her inner battle and I take the opportunity to to show her what we could have. Just a taste of what the mate bond could give us both.

The mixture of pleasure and intensity seemed to drive her wild, and I could feel her reaching the edge of ecstasy with each passing second. The more I lavished attention on her, the wetter her slit became, glistening with tantalizing moisture. She was incredibly aroused, and the sight she presented was simply irresistible. Every few seconds, I found myself unable to resist the temptation, lowering my head to lick at her entrance. Yet, no matter how much I did, I couldn't quench my thirst for her. It was as if she had cast a spell on me, making me crave her like a drug—utterly addictive.

he murmured, a faint smile gracing his lips as he allowed his thoughts to wander. Since that magical night, she had infiltrated every corner of his mind—her velvety skin, cascading hair, and intoxicating scent etched deeply into his consciousness. Even in her absence, he could still sense the lingering essence of her sweetness, an unfamiliar sensation that had enraptured him like never before.

“Hmph…” She rolled her eyes off, closing them with an inhale to mentally prepare herself for it. “Make sure to not imprint any permanent scar. I don’t want to ruin this beautiful skin.” I enunciated, taking a step forward, contemplating her desirable body. “Yet.” I added, smirking darkly. Disgusted at my enunciation, she hissed, not opening her eyes, gritting her teeth to be prepared for any pain. “Do it. I don’t care.” She hissed, taking rapid breaths.

I see it like a glowing ember ready to burn me to ruin. There’s a faint scar that runs along one full side of her jawline, partially hidden beneath a damp chunk of hair, an old mark she doesn’t seem to notice or hide, but it’s telling. She’s been through battles, some of them no doubt harder than she would ever let on. And the scent she carries, it’s not just rain. There’s a warmth there, a mix of spice and something uniquely hers that slips into my senses like an unspoken promise, igniting a pull I have never felt before.

She fiddled with Tricy's hair. "He gets everything he wants." She whined. "Because he has the gold. That's the benefit of having the gold. You do not just understand because you do not have the gold yet, my dear." She petted her shoulders. "As I take the bow in between your legs, so do I take the bow before your knowledge and wisdom, my papa." She dipped two fingers in her vagina and began to finger her swimmingly. "So you do not impugn the conspiracy to blemish Batard Depinn's reputation and get rid of Kharl Sterg's Daughter."

True love. She curled into a ball again. "But I can't help but..." Sleep returned to her as she tailed off. "I can't help but..." With that her breathing went slow, her heartbeat delayed and she fell into sleep. Imprinting isn't love at first sight, it’s a vague custom that we don't land upon ourselves. I didn't want fate's hand forcing hers. I wanted her hand by choice. I began to understand what she had been saying since she arrived.

Until now. She showered, put on the perfume he liked—that sweet one, which he had already said was "an invitation"—and knelt on the bed. With trembling hands, she lubricated the plug and brought it to the forbidden place. Slowly. Gasping. It hurt. But it hurt in a way that aroused. When it finally clicked into place, she felt the weight deep in her body. A constant, uncomfortable, and delicious presence. She dressed in a tight skirt, a fitted blouse, high heels. No panties. Rules were rules.

She ground herself into his groin. Fingers left her aching pussy and she felt the knob of his cock there instead. Needing to be absolutely full of him, she tried to impale herself on his throbbing dick. He entered her slowly, she almost screamed at the hot deliciousness of him inside her. He filled her, but didn't move.

I couldn’t speak to expose her venom, but my eyes burned with all the words I wished I could hurl at her. “Awwwn… Look at you,” she murmured, stepping closer. Her perfume was choking me , as it felt sharp in my throat. Her hand clamped on my chin, forcing my gaze up to meet hers through the mirror. “A mute girl pretending to be a pretty princess. Do you know what happens to fragile things when wolves bare their teeth?” Her nails dug into my skin. I didn’t flinch. I had grown used to the pain she masked as affection, the way she pretended concern in front of others while twisting the knife deeper into me when no one looked.