Page 57 of Salvation


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His words send a shiver down my spine, a mixture of fear and anticipation. I can feel him throbbing inside me, feel him on the verge.

His words and the prospect of what he’s about to do all push me over the edge once again. He grunts, and I feel him spill inside me, marking me as his in the most primal way possible.

It makes me come again, but this time, I come harder than ever before. My vision blurs. My heart races. For a moment, I think I might have died. I cry out his name over and over again. The sound of my pleas and moans echo through the trees while he fucks me through my orgasm, making sure every drop of cum is spilled into my ass.

Exhausted, we collapse on the forest floor, our bodies slick with perspiration. Dante’s chest heaves beneath me, his heart pounding in sync with mine. He pulls me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me and enveloping me in his warmth. His masculine and earthy scent fills my nostrils, a soothing balm to my hypersensitive senses.

“Dante...,” I whisper, feeling my body melt into his embrace.

He responds by tightening his arms around me, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispers, “You know, little doe, a year ago, I chased you through these woods, and I caught you. I thought I was the predator, and you were my prey. But I was wrong. I’ve been yours since we met. You caught me, my beautiful, wild, spirited doe. You’ve ensnared my heart, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.” His voice is soft, filled with a raw, undisguised affection that sends a flutter through my chest.

I swallow hard, tears prickling my eyes. “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” I respond, nuzzling into Dante, my head finding its usual spot on his chest, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart.

The night sky above us twinkles with stars, nature’s fireworks display, illuminating our makeshift bed. And as I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep in Dante’s arms, I know there’s no other place I’d rather be. This is our slice of heaven amid the wilderness. A testament to our wild, passionate, and unapologetically raw love. Our perfect end to a perfect day.

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