The remote cabin was silent except for the crackling of the fireplace and the heavy rhythm of my own breathing.
I lay on my back in the center of the massive bed, my wrists still lightly bound above my head with soft black ropes. My body was a battlefield of sensation. I had bruised hips, bite marks blooming across my breasts and inner thighs, and a deep, constant throb in my p***y and ass from the hours of relentless claiming the night before. c*m had dried in flaky patterns on my skin, and fresh loads still leaked slowly from my swollen holes onto the black silk sheets.
Kane stood at the foot of the bed, watching me.
He was naked, his powerful 6’6” frame illuminated by the firelight. Every muscle was carved like stone, covered in dark tattoos that seemed to shift with the flames. His
