Sexual feeling

Greg’s POV

Our tongues danced together as our bodies pressed against each other. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest, and I knew that I had to have her.

I picked her up and carried her to the room, slowly undressing her and taking in the sight of her naked body.

She was even more beautiful than I had imagined in my head. I kissed her neck and ears, nibbling on her earlobes while she let out a soft moan as I made my way down to her breasts.

I sucked on her nipples, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

Moving down further, kissing her stomach and making my way to her pussy, I spread her legs apart and started to lick her clit.

“Greg,” she moaned but I was too busy to respond.

She tasted sweet and musky, and I could feel her getting wetter with every lick.

I slid a finger inside of her, and she let out a loud moan.

I started to finger her faster and deeper, and she began to buck her hips against my hand as she was ready to burst.

I could tell that she was ready for me, so I climbed on top of her and slid my cock inside of her.

This was not one of those nights where romance was needed. We were both horny and we wanted to get this orgasmic feeling over with.

She was tight and warm as I entered, and I couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure.

Starting to fuck her slowly, I took in the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me deeper inside of her so I would not let her go.

I started to fuck her harder and faster, and she matched my pace.

We were both moaning and grunting, lost in the pleasure of the moment. I could feel myself getting close to orgasm, and I knew that she was close as well.

I reached down and started to rub her clit, and she let out a loud moan as she came. I couldn't hold back any longer and I came inside of her, filling her up with my cum.

“That’s a way… to end the night,” she chuckled as I leaned down to kiss her.

“Oh I love you,” I said as she kissed me back. “I love you too baby.”

We spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other, letting go of everything that had weighed us down.

It was moments like these that reminded me why I had chosen this path, why I had rebelled against my own family, and why I would keep fighting no matter what. Anna was my everything, and together, we were unstoppable.

I traced lazy patterns on Anna’s arm, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat steady against mine.

“You know,” Anna said softly, her voice laced with contentment, “I never imagined my life would turn out like this. On the run, fighting off robbers, living under the radar... But with you, it feels right.”

I turned my head to look at her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. “I feel the same. It’s not the life I expected, but it’s ours. And as long as we’re together, I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

She smiled, her eyes reflecting a mix of warmth and determination. “No matter what happens, we’re in this together.”

“Always,” I agreed.

As we lay in bed, the room was filled with a soft, comforting silence that wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows on the walls, creating a cocoon of peace that was a stark contrast to the chaos outside these four walls.

I pulled Anna closer, feeling the rise and fall of her breath against my chest, her warmth a soothing reminder of why we had chosen this path.

Yet, tonight, my mind was restless. There was something I needed to talk about, something that had been lingering at the back of my mind for far too long.

I glanced down at Anna, her eyes closed and her face serene, but I could tell she wasn’t asleep.

She was always attuned to my mood, always able to sense when something was bothering me. I brushed my fingers through her hair, contemplating how to start the conversation. It wasn’t an easy subject, and I knew it would dredge up emotions we had both been trying to bury.

“Anna,” I finally began, my voice low and careful, not wanting to shatter the fragile tranquility of the moment. “Have you thought about your family lately?”

Anna stiffened slightly in my arms, and I felt her inhale sharply before slowly letting out a breath.

She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling as though it held the answers to questions she’d been avoiding. “I try not to,” she said quietly, her voice tinged with a sadness that pulled at my heart. “It’s just… it’s too painful to think about.”

I nodded, understanding all too well the burden she carried. Her family—her brother, the king of the foxes, and her entire clan—were still under my brother Cole’s control.

She had fled to find freedom, to escape the expectations and the harsh reality of her world, but the ties that bound her to her family were not easily severed.

“I know it’s hard,” I said softly, my fingers tracing circles on her arm in a gentle, soothing rhythm. “But they’re still your family. And they’re still trapped. I can’t stop thinking about what Cole might be doing to them.”

Anna sighed, turning her head to look at me. Her eyes were filled with a mix of fear, guilt, and something else—something that looked like shame. “I hate myself for leaving them, Greg,” she admitted, her voice breaking slightly.

I squeezed her hand, trying to offer whatever comfort I could. “You did what you had to do to survive,” I told her. “And there’s no shame in that. But you don’t have to live in fear anymore. We’ve built a life here, and it’s a good one. But if you ever want to go back, even just to help them, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”