Their kisses were like a wildfire, consuming them both in a blaze of passion. Mark felt her heat against him, her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. Every touch, every taste, sent a jolt of electricity through his body, making him crave more.

He kissed her with a desperate hunger, his hands exploring her curves, memorizing every inch of her. She responded with equal fervor, her body pressed against his, her moans a sweet music to his ears. They were lost in a world of their own, where nothing else mattered except the feeling of their bodies intertwined, the taste of their kisses, and the overwhelming need that consumed them both.

When they finally came up for air, Mark looked down at her, his eyes filled with a raw desire mirrored her own.

“I want you,” he rasped, his voice thick with need. “I want you so much it hurts.”

She shivered at his words, her eyes widening as a blush crept across her cheeks. “Take me,” she whispered.

She bit her lower lip, her gaze locked with his, a silent plea for him to fulfill the unspoken desire that burned between them.

In a quick, forceful motion, Mark reached for the collar of her shirt, his fingers working quickly to tear the fabric apart. The sound of ripping cloth filled the air, and she gasped, a mix of shock and anticipation flashing in her eyes. Her white bra, exposed beneath the shredded remnants of her shirt, did little to conceal the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

“Ahhhhhh……”

He wasted no time. as he pushed the bra aside, revealing her hardened nipples. His mouth latch on them, his tongue swirling around their peaks, sucking and biting with a fervor that elicited a moan of pleasure from her lips.

His hands, meanwhile, roamed over her body, exploring the curves and valleys.

She moaned in ecstasy, her fingers clutching at his hair as the pleasure consumed her.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

He cupped one breast in his hand, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple, while his mouth latched onto the other, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips.

He could feel her trembling beneath him, her body responding to his touch with an eagerness that mirrored his own.

He wanted to devour her, to consume her entirely.

With a surge of strength, he pushed her back onto the bed, his body following close behind. He positioned himself above her, his gaze locked with hers, their breaths mingling in the charged air. The hunger in her eyes, the way her body arched towards his, fueled his desire even further.

Mark’s desire was a raging inferno, consuming him with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His lips trailed a scorching path down her stomach, each kiss igniting a trail of fiery sensation that left her breathless.

His hands worked with practiced ease, undoing the button and zipper of her jeans in one swift motion. With a tug, he pulled them down, revealing the smooth curve of her hips and the soft cotton of her panties.

Her breath hitched as his fingertips brushed against the delicate skin of her inner thigh

Quickly he slid down her panties and removed her bra leaving her completely naked in front of him.

Unable to resist any longer, he quickly discarded his clothing, his body aching for the feel of hers pressed against him. The bed creaked under their combined weight as he pulled her towards the center of the mattress, his hands gripping her hips possessively.

He loomed over her, his body pinning hers down. The feel of her soft skin against his, the sweet scent of her arousal, sent a jolt of electricity through him, making his blood sing with anticipation.

He showered her neck with kisses, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. She moaned softly, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her hips bucking against his in a silent plea for release.

He could feel the dampness between her legs, the unmistakable evidence of her desire. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, and the knowledge fueled his own need to the point of combustion.

A flicker of rationality pierced through the haze of desire. He paused, his gaze locked with hers, “Tell me,” he growled, “do you want this? Do you want me inside you?”

Her eyes, filled with a desperate longing, met his without hesitation. “Yes,” she breathed, “I’m going crazy,” she added, breathing heavily. “I want nothing more. Please, just… don’t make me wait anymore.”

Her plea was laced with a raw vulnerability that sent a shiver down his spine.

He felt a surge of power, a twisted sense of satisfaction at her desperate words. This wasn’t like him, this need for control, this hunger to dominate. But in that moment, it didn’t matter. The last vestiges of rationality slipped away, replaced by a primal urge that demanded fulfillment.

“I’m going to make you come so hard,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“Please,” she begged, her body writhing beneath him. “Just do it. Fuck me.”

Her words were like a spark to dry tinder. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the head of his cock, dragging it along her sensitive folds, brushing against her clit. She arched her back, her moans growing louder, her pleas more desperate.

A cruel smile played on his lips as he reveled in her desperation.

She moaned with frustration, her hips bucking against him in an attempt to get him inside her. “Please,” she pleaded, “I need you inside me. Now. Just put it in already…..…”

He rammed into her, sinking balls-deep in one fierce drive.

Her breath hitched, her moan turning into a cry of pleasure as their bodies finally joined.

Her eyes were squeezed shut, her body trembling beneath him as he thrust into her with increasing force. Her nails dug into the sheets, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she teetered on the brink of orgasm.

“Oh fuck…” she moaned, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

The room was filled with the sounds of their frantic breathing, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. He watched her face contort with each thrust, her lips parted, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pain and ecstasy.

“I’m… I’m losing my mind,” she gasped, her body writhing uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

He spread her legs wider, his hands gripping her hips, his gaze locked with hers. He leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. She responded eagerly, her arms winding around his neck, her tongue meeting his in a frantic dance of desire. They kissed and sucked, their tongues tangling together, their breaths mingling in a hot, humid cloud.

He groaned, his hips thrusting forward with renewed vigor. “You feel so good,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, her moans urging him on.

He marveled at how perfectly their bodies fit together.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned, reveling in the feeling of her clenching around him.

“More,” she whimpered, her voice filled with a desperate need. “Give me more.”

He thrust harder, faster, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Her body tightened around him, a warm, welcoming sheath that drove him wild with pleasure. He pulled back, his muscles straining, the anticipation building as he prepared to plunge back into her depths.

“You like that?” he growled, his breath hot against her ear.

She could only nod, her eyes closed, her body lost in the throes of pleasure.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He tightened his grip on her hips, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. He wanted to feel her come apart beneath him, to lose herself.

“Oh, yes… deeper…” she moaned, her fingers digging into his back, urging him on. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“I won’t,” he promised.”God, you are so fucking hot…”

She moaned in response, unable to form coherent words as pleasure coursed through her body. All she could do was hold on tight and let him take her to new heights of ecstasy.

“AHN~I want to come for you….aaaah,” she cried out, her body writhing beneath him. “I want to come with you inside me…”

“Do it.”

She gasped and moaned as his words and the intensity of his movements brought her closer to the brink. “Oh, god, I’m almost there,” she whimpered.

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“Let it go. Let me feel you.”

She cried out as she finally let herself go, her body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to drive into her.

“Yes, yes, oh god, yes.”

Her tightness made it difficult for him to move in and out of her contracting walls.

“Fill me,” she pleaded, her voice almost breaking.

As her pussy clamped down on him even tighter like a vise, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, signaling her orgasm.

“Please, ohhhhhhhhh, fill me.”

Her climax was the final trigger that pushed him over the edge, and he felt an intense pressure building up at the base of his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled as he suddenly broke through the resistance, and then her tunnel squeezed him tightly.

It was as though he was being pulled inside of her womb, and a tingling sensation spread up from his abdomen and into his head. He erupted inside of her like a volcano, causing her to mewl and writhe.

“Fucking hell,” he roared in a primal voice.

A moment of stillness passed by before Mark collapsed on top of the girl. His entire body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and his heart was beating rapidly from their powerful lovemaking session.

After taking a moment to catch their breath, he realized he was still deep inside her. As he attempted to pull out, he felt a strange resistance that left him puzzled. Initially, he thought it was exhaustion, but when he moved his hips again, he knew something was amiss.

“Holy fuck, what’s going on?” he gasped, starting to panic. “What the actual fuck is happening?”

“Stop moving around,” she insisted, her expression confused. “Why are you freaking out?”

“I uhh… can’t seem to move.”

His partner, however, appeared unfazed by the situation. “Stop moving,” she instructed, studying him for a moment.

“What do you mean?”

“This is how bonded mate,” she explained with a hint of amusement. “Your cock will be inside me for a while.”

He still didn’t understand, and she narrowed her eyes in response. “Can’t you feel your dick releasing your seed in my womb?”

As she spoke, Mark could still feel his ongoing orgasm and the sensation of cum pouring inside her. “Yah, uhh… I think I can feel it.”

She smiled knowingly, flexing her inner muscles around him clenching his cock around her.

He tried to pull away again, but the resistance remained, a strange sensation that was both unsettling and strangely pleasurable. “But… I can’t… move,” he stammered, his voice laced with a hint of panic.

“You don’t need to,” she purred, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his back. “Just relax and enjoy it.”

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of confusion and desire. “But… how long…?”

“A while,” she replied with a shrug. “It varies for each couple. But trust me, you’ll know when it’s over.”

Despite having many questions, the overwhelming pleasure of being inside her silenced Mark’s curiosity. He pushed aside his concerns and allowed himself to be lost in the moment as she tightly wrapped her legs around his waist.

She pulled him in for a kiss. Her soft lips pressed against his, her tongue sliding past his lips to tangle with his own. He responded eagerly, his hands moving to cradle her head as he deepened the kiss.

As they kissed, he unknowingly pushed his hips forward, eliciting a gasp from her.

“Ahhhh….” She broke from his mouth. “Don’t move…”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sore,” she sighed, her body still recovering. “You really did a number on me.”

“Oh..I.… I’m sorry.”

“Oh no, don’t apologize,” she reassured him, a smile spreading across her face. “I feel really good right now, better than I thought I would. Way better than what I was told it would feel like.”

“Wow,” she murmured, gazing down to see his cock still buried deep inside her, still unleashing his seed. “You’re still pumping in me,” she observed with a slight giggle.

“I uhh… can’t seem to control it.”

“Oh, you’re so cute,” she said before leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. She then sighed blissfully as she could feel his cock continue to pump inside her.

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered.

She smiled at him, running her hands through his hair. “You do too,” she murmured pulling him in for another kiss.

She continued to clench her muscles around him, milking him dry. He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His orgasm seemed to last forever, his seed spilling forth in a seemingly endless stream.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he felt her walls loosen, his cock slowly shrinking back to its normal size. He gently pulled out of her, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips as the sensation of fullness suddenly vanished.

He moved back, his gaze drawn to the sight of her pussy, glistening and overflowing with his cum, the white liquid slowly dripping down onto the sheets below. It was a sight that sent a surge of primal satisfaction through him.

Her eyes met his, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “God, that’s a mess,” she chuckled, glancing down.

“I… I’m sorry.” The words felt inadequate, but he didn’t know what else to say.

“Seriously, dude,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully, “stop apologizing. It was amazing.”

He remained speechless, still reeling from the whirlwind of emotions and sensations he had just experienced. His mind struggled to comprehend what had just transpired, his rational side slowly returning as the fog of desire began to lift.

She rose from the bed. “Give me five minutes,” she said with a wink, before disappearing into the bathroom.

Mark stood there, alone in the dimly lit bedroom, staring at the rumpled sheets and the evidence of their passionate encounter. The reality of the situation was slowly sinking in, leaving him with more questions than answers.

“What the hell just happened?”

***

What the actual fuck? Mark thought, his mind a swirling vortex of confusion and disbelief. He fumbled with his clothes, dressing himself with shaky hands, his gaze darting around the room as if searching for answers amidst the scattered pillows and rumpled sheets.

He finished dressing, but his feet remained rooted to the spot. A wave of panic washed over him. What do I do now? Do I just say thanks and walk out? Do I try to talk to her? What the hell do I even say?

He glanced around the room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. The walls were painted a soft lavender, and adorned with posters of bands he vaguely recognized. A bookshelf overflowed with novels and textbooks, while a desk piled high with papers hinted at a studious nature.

This is definitely tidier than my room, he thought with a hint of amusement.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to calm the storm of thoughts raging within him. Okay, Mark, think. You just had mind-blowing sex with a stranger. Now what?

Just as he was about to call out to her, hoping to initiate some sort of awkward conversation, he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He decided to wait, his mind still grappling with the surreal turn of events.

The absurdity of the situation hit him anew as he recalled the intensity of their encounter.

How long was I even inside her? he thought, his brow furrowing in confusion.

And how much did I….came…inside—? No, that’s not humanly possible. He shook his head in disbelief.

The logistics of it all baffled him.

I mean, I’ve had my fair share of experience, but this… this was something else entirely.

The realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Oh shit… we didn’t use protection.

Panic surged through him, his earlier confusion replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated fear. He started pacing the room, running a hand through his already-tousled hair.

Think, Mark, think! he berated himself. What the hell are you going to do?

Stupid, dumbass, he cursed silently, kicking himself for not being more careful.

He continued to pace, his mind racing with possible solutions, each one more ridiculous than the last. He considered leaving a note, but what would he even say?

As he passed a mirror, he caught a glimpse of himself—hair disheveled, eyes wide. He stopped, staring at his reflection. This is not how I planned my day to go.

The sound of the shower turning off jolted him back to reality. He stopped pacing, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for her to emerge from the bathroom.

Okay, Mark, just play it cool, he thought, trying to calm his nerves. Just act normal.

The bathroom door opened, and she emerged, her skin fresh and clean, devoid of any trace of sweat or… his contribution to the earlier mess. Mark’s cheeks flushed crimson as he averted his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious and awkward.

She rummaged through a nearby drawer, pulling out a plain t-shirt and slipping it over her head. The sight of her, so casual and comfortable, composure threw him into deeper confusion.

“I, uh… I’m really sorry about your shirt,” he stammered, feeling the need to apologize for at least one aspect of the chaotic situation.

She waved his apology away with a dismissive gesture. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Didn’t I tell you to stop apologizing?”

“Right,” Mark mumbled, feeling like a complete idiot.

He couldn’t help but be surprised by her ease in handling the situation, her demeanor starkly contrasting with the turmoil churning inside him.

Standing in front of a mirror, she pulled out a hair tie and gathered her long, chestnut hair into a high ponytail.

There was something undeniably sexy about her simple action, the way her profile was accentuated against the soft light of the room. She’s so damn beautiful, he thought, his heart skipping a beat.

She caught his gaze in the mirror, her lips curving into a knowing smile. “Like what you see?” she teased.

Uh, I—,” his cheeks burned even hotter as he stammered, unable to form a coherent response. How does one even act in this situation? he thought, his mind reeling. He was completely out of his depth, his usual charm and wit abandoned him, leaving him feeling like a bumbling teenager.

What confused him even more was her demeanor. She seemed so… okay with everything. No tears, no recriminations, no awkwardness. It was as if she had been expecting this as if this crazy, inexplicable turn of events was somehow… normal to her.

Desperate to break the awkward silence, Mark blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Nice room,” he mumbled, instantly cringing at his own lameness. Seriously, Mark? Nice room?

“Thanks,” she replied, her voice tinged with amusement.

He mentally kicked himself. Why did I say that?

He tried again, hoping to salvage the situation. “Is it… uh… yours?” he asked, instantly regretting the question. What the fuck is wrong with me?

She chuckled softly, turning to face him fully. Her expression was unreadable, yet there was a distinct calmness about her that both baffled and intrigued him.

“You seem nervous,” she observed, her voice light and teasing.

“A bit rattled, yeah,” Mark admitted, running a hand through his hair. “This isn’t exactly how I thought my day would go.”

“Right,” she said, her tone still playful. She studied him for a moment, her head tilting slightly as if reassessing him.

“Is there… something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s just… kinda cute, actually. You were like a wild animal before, and now you’re all mellow”

Mark’s mouth opened and closed, no words coming out as he processed her description. Cute? Mellow? He couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or mortified. His mind scrambled for an appropriate response, but all that came out was a strangled, “Oh.”

He felt like he had stumbled into some strange alternate reality where the rules of logic and normalcy no longer applied.

She seemed to enjoy his flustered state, taking a step closer and placing a hand on his arm. “Why are you so tense?”

“Well, it’s just… a bit overwhelming, I guess.”

Suddenly, she shifted the topic, leaning in close and tracing a finger along his jawline. “You have a really nice face,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“Uhh… thanks,” he mumbled, his brain short-circuiting.

She threw her head back and laughed. “God, don’t be so flustered,” she teased. “If someone walked in right now, they’d think I was the one who pounced on you.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled nervously, still feeling the heat of her gaze on him. He cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “So, uh… would you maybe want to grab some coffee sometime?”

She paused, a thoughtful expression crossing her face. “Nah, I should probably talk to my parents,” she replied, picking up her phone from a nearby drawer.

What a weird thing to say… right now…, he thought, his confusion growing by the second. “Right,” he mumbled, unsure how to respond.

“They’re not going to be happy that I’ve bonded,” she added, her voice taking on a serious tone.

“What? They’re, like, against you having sex or something?”

She looked at him, her expression shifting to one of slight annoyance. “Okay, how about you drop the innocent act? It’s getting kind of boring.”

Mark’s confusion reached new heights. “Wait, one sec, back up a bit,” he said, holding up a hand. “What do you mean ‘bonded’?”

Her eyebrows furrowed, “Well, in layman’s terms, it means we’re married,” she explained as if it were the most natural conclusion in the world.

“WHAT?”