The Cruel Alpha's Fated Bride
Her grip on me tightens, bordering on painful, but I revel in the pleasure it brings.
“Xavier, it hurts,” she cries out, her toes curling up and her body thrashing on the sheets. The sound of her screams fills the room, echoing off the walls. As I reach my climax, my wolf-like instincts retreat, and I release jets of my seed, flooding her womb. With a sense of satisfaction, I feel my erection slowly return to its normal state. We both pant heavily, the air filled with the scent of sweat and desire. As I carefully withdraw from her, I hear her hiss in discomfort. Her juices, a testament to our passionate encounter, soak the bedsheets, leaving a lingering scent of arousal in the air.
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