The Gentle Dominant Pull Of A Forbidden Stranger

I saved a stranger, so he made me his!

As he lies dying on the ground, all my training tells me to end him. But something deep inside my soul stops me. Quickly, I help him to his feet and lead him to my secret den. Looking at his torn skin, I feel obligated to help. I can’t explain it, but there is this gentle, dominant pull drawing me to him.

For days, I nurse him back to health, watching him gradually regain his strength. Each day, I feel him trusting me a bit more, but he still hasn’t spoken a word. He only watches me silently when he thinks I’m not looking. Almost a week passes before he suddenly grabs my wrist as I am changing his bandages. He looks deep into my eyes, and I feel that gentle dominant pull, “Thank you”.

When I hear his raspy voice, I feel a sudden flutter in my core. All I can do is nod and walk away quickly. As I ring out the wet rags, I try to shake this feeling, but I can’t. The rest of the day, he is quiet. Just watching me study at my desk. It isn’t until I go to leave that he speaks again, “Please. Don’t go.”

Why Does He Have This Gentle Dominant Pull Over Me?!

Pausing for a moment, I contemplate the consequences of not returning home. I turn to see him sitting up in the bed with a pleading look in his electric emerald eyes. Slowly, I walk over to him and sit at the edge of the bed. He reaches out for me and caresses my hand. My core burns as the gentle dominant pull renders me powerless to his touch. He grabs for my wrist and pulls me to him.

My breath catches. I feel his arms wrap around my waist. He smirks a little and teases how speechless I’ve become. I try to push him away, but he tightens his grip, letting his hand trail down my back. I feel his lips brush against the nape of my neck. Chills run up my spine, but I don’t let him see the effect he is having on me.

Quickly, my pulse races, feeling his warm breath on my jawline. He presses soft kisses against my skin. “ I knew you were mine from the moment I saw you,” he whispers into my ear. I try to protest and tell him he is mistaken, until his lips capture mine. The world around us stops, and a burst of burning unspoken passion ignites. I pull away slowly, looking deep into his eyes, and see the lustful desires dancing in them.

Unspoken Desires!

Suddenly, he grabs me and pins me to the bed. His fingers trail down my collarbone, undoing the strings on my top. Everything in me is telling me to push him off, but the gentle dominant pull of his aura stops me. His soft kisses cascade over my body as he fully undresses me. He stops for a moment to admire my beautiful mocha body before spreading my legs open.

Swiftly, his hands cup my ass as his warm lips tease my own. His wet tongue parts my pussy lips before dancing over my swollen clit. He moans into my soul, driving me closer to the edge of pleasure. Each flick of his tongue increases my breathing. Pulling away quickly, he moans out his dire need for me.

There’s More Than Just A Gentle Dominant Pull!

The feeling of his body pressed against mine is more to bear than I ever could have imagined. His hand steadies my waist as his hard cock teases my entrance. A soft chuckle clips from his lips when I try to detest once again unconvincingly. Pinning my arms back above my head, he shushes me, brushing away a stray hair. He kisses me passionately as he thrusts in, catching my breath.

Without warning, I feel him penetrate my tight walls. Each thrust intensifies the gentle dominant pull he has over me until I completely surrender to him. Leaning in, he whispers again, “ You. Are mine!” With one final thrust, he sends us both over the edge. He kisses my forehead gently before collapsing next to me in the bed. Pulling me over to him, he nuzzles himself into me and thanks me again for saving his life.

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