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He pulled his digits out, gripped my hips and finally entered me.
I gasped at his entry. Oh, I knew he was big, but still, it was a pleasant surprise.
Draven didn’t rush, instead he took his time, making me feel every inch of him. Finally, he was buried balls deep in me.
“You good?” Draven asked and I laughed, unable to help myself.
Despite being so terrifying at times, Draven could also be terribly sweet when it counted.
“Better than good,” I said and that seemed the only answer he needed.
Draven started with slow strokes, picking up speed when I begged him to. He drew moans and whimpers out of me as he went deeper and deeper.
Each time Draven entered me, it felt like he was close to touching my soul. My inner wolf howled inside me in approval.
Draven reduced us both to panting and sweating animals.
The next time he entered me, he found my sweet spot. I gasped, arching my back as Draven kept going for the spot.
I clawed at the ground, groaning as the pressure inside me continued to built and threatened to split open.
My balls drew in tight against my body.
The next time Draven slid inside me, I climaxed. The trees and forest fell away from my line of sight and I saw stars.
Draven pumped in and out of me several more times, before filling me with his seed.
I collapsed against the grass, feeling utterly spent and content. Draven slid next to me, his movements smooth and sure, as he drew me into a fierce embrace.
He wrapped his arms around me with a strength that both reassured and thrilled me, pulling me close until I could feel the heat of his body against mine.
It was as if he wanted to envelop me in his protective embrace, shielding me from all the dangerous monsters in the world.
Draven kissed me softly, his lips conveying tenderness and affection.
As he pulled back, his expression shifted to one of seriousness, and I wondered what he was going to say next.
"Tobias, I hoped you didn't regret this," he said, his voice carrying a hint of uncertainty.
“Why would I?” I asked, though his words prompted me to ponder further. “You thought...this happened in the heat of the moment?”
Draven held my gaze, and he nodded solemnly.
"I won't blame you," he said. "if you change your mind about me, about us afterwards. It's dangerous being with me after all."
I reached for his hand, intertwining our fingers.
"Thank you for telling me everything, Draven," I said. "But I'm not going to change my mind. I'm all in."
Draven nodded, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions.
"Yeah?" he asked, seeking affirmation.
"What we have is good and special," I pointed out. "Something that happens once in a lifetime. The day I saw you at the bar, I knew fate put you in my path for a reason."
"Same here," Draven said, his words making my heart flutter.
"I don't care if a witch is after you or the fact that you still have…unresolved issues," I declared firmly.