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He gripped my hips as he thrust into me on the old wooden table in the shack. Every push sent a new kind of intense pleasure through my body, but something was missing.

"This isn't under the moonlight," I gasped.

Without missing a beat, he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me outside. The night air was cool against our heated skin, and the moonlight bathed us in its ethereal glow. He laid me down on the ground, and we were lost in each other instantly.

The passion driving our movements changed constantly, alternating between rough, primal need and sweet, tender love.

His rhythm was relentless, driving into me with a force that took my breath away. I loved it, how rough he was being. I craved the way he dominated me, holding me down as he took me.

Claimed me.

"Harder," I begged, my nails digging into his back as he complied, each thrust more powerful than the last. "Yes, like that."

He growled against my mark, his accent slipping through. “Tu l’