Marked

Anna found herself backed against the wall, trapped within his embrace. She succumbed to the insistent yearning that had become as intense as desire itself.

Her head spun, and she surrendered to the exploration of his tongue. He kissed her with a fervor more intense than any she had experienced before.

The kiss was fierce and demanding, weakening her knees and melting her bones. She clung to his shoulders as she struggled to maintain her composure, but the passion he ignited within her was undeniable.

"Why did you do that?" His deep growl reverberated against her lips.

"I need you," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

"Are you sure you can handle me, Anna Smith?" His lips crashed against hers again, leaving her no chance to respond.

Her longing intensified. She was becoming addicted to his intoxicating kisses. Despite her racing heart, she refused to dwell on it.

It remained unclear whether she had dreamed of this moment, but there was undeniable emotion in the way he held her, his fingers intertwined with hers. Anna kept her eyes partially open, stealing guilty glances at him each time he paused for breath, hoping it wasn't all a figment of her imagination.

His large hands cradled her face, threading through her hair, holding her in place as his tongue explored her mouth with voracious hunger. It danced and teased, tempting her, arousing her with each stroke, mimicking a much more primal, sensual act.

She arched into his arms, surrendering to the pleasure his lips and tongue bestowed upon her as he dominated the kiss. His head dipped, his lips molding against hers as he moaned deeply into her mouth, one hand moving to caress the curve of her breast.

As he broke the kiss, Anna's eyes fluttered open to meet his gaze. She was met with a fierce expression of raw desire.

"If I tell you to come..." His grip tightened on her breast.

"...I'll come," she moaned.

"If I tell you to freeze..."

"...I'll stop breathing."

A pause. "If I say 'Don't move'...?"

"...I'll obey your every word," she whispered, melting into his arms.

He kissed her again, with even more intensity than before.

Heaven, his tongue swirled against hers, his lips molding to hers, stealing her breath away. She gasped as he lifted her effortlessly from the floor, carrying her toward the bedroom.

The next thing she knew, her back was against the bed. But instead of joining her, he pulled away, removing his clothes and shoes.

She admired his muscular physique, his chiseled abs and toned arms. Her desire surged even higher at the sight of him.

Never before had she seen a more captivating masculine form, not even in her wildest dreams. He stood tall and imposing, his long brown hair adding to his aura of power and danger.

She swallowed nervously, her legs drawn together.

"Calm down, Anna," he whispered in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

The way he uttered her name sounded like a caress, calming her nerves.

Stretching out naked on the bed, her blonde curls framing her head, she watched as he approached. Every fiber of his being seemed to urge him to take her, to claim her as his own.

But instead of succumbing to his instincts, he lowered himself onto her, his lips seeking hers in a possessive kiss.

She arched into his embrace, feeling the unmistakable throb of his erection against her lower stomach, a constant reminder of what was to come.

A moan escaped her lips as his kisses trailed down her neck, his lips finding their way to her swollen nipple. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from her as she arched against him, her body aflame with desire.

His mouth enveloped her nipple, drawing it into his mouth with eager pulls and flicks of his tongue. At the same time, his hand wandered down her body, reaching her most intimate parts.

She writhed beneath him as waves of pleasure surged through her, his touch sending electric shocks of ecstasy coursing through her veins.

"Oh, Logan, please," she cried out, her body trembling with anticipation.

His groan mirrored her own pleasure as he reveled in the sensation of her body wrapped around his. She was on the brink of orgasm, her senses overwhelmed by the intensity of their connection.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he delved deeper, his touch driving her to the brink of ecstasy. She was on the verge of release, her body teetering on the edge of an explosion of pleasure.

"Logan, please," she begged, her voice a breathless plea for release.

With a final thrust of his fingers, he pushed her over the edge, sending her hurtling into the abyss of ecstasy. She screamed his name as waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shuddering with the force of her climax.

But he wasn't finished with her yet. Adding another finger, he continued to stimulate her, prolonging her orgasm until she was gasping for breath, her body writhing with pleasure beneath his touch.

"Logan, please," she whimpered, her voice pleading for mercy.

He gradually eased the intensity of his ministrations, his movements becoming more gentle as he soothed her trembling body. His palm caressed her swollen clit, calming her from the overwhelming sensations.

Then, with deliberate tenderness, he entered her, his cock filling her as he thrust deeper.

In a moment of passion and connection, Logan felt an overwhelming urge to mark Anna as his mate, a primal instinct that surged through him with undeniable force.

As their bodies moved together in a dance of desire, their hearts beating as one, Logan's senses became heightened, his wolf urging him to claim her as his own.

With a deep growl, he pressed his lips against the sensitive skin of her neck, his teeth elongating ever so slightly into fangs as he prepared to leave his mark.

Anna gasped in response, a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins as she surrendered to his touch.

With deliberate intent, Logan pressed his lips to the spot just below her ear, his tongue tracing a path along her skin before sinking his teeth into her flesh.

A surge of pleasure shot through Anna as Logan's mark branded her as his mate, a bond forged in passion and desire.

As he withdrew, leaving his mark upon her, Anna felt a sense of belonging wash over her, her body tingling with the intensity of their connection.

In that moment, they were no longer two individuals but one united soul, bound together by the unbreakable bond of matehood.

As Logan withdrew, his eyes locked with Anna's, the intensity of their connection unspoken but palpable. They lay intertwined, their bodies still humming with the echoes of their passion, their breaths mingling in the air between them.

Anna's heart raced with exhilaration, her senses heightened by the weight of Logan's mark upon her skin. She reached out to touch the spot where he had claimed her, feeling the tingling sensation that lingered there, a physical reminder of their bond.

Logan watched her with a mixture of tenderness and possessiveness, his gaze tracing the contours of her face as if committing every detail to memory. In that moment, there was no doubt in his mind that Anna belonged to him, and he to her.

Their love was a fierce flame, burning bright and unyielding in the darkness. With each breath, they drew closer together, their souls intertwining in an eternal embrace.