The Whispering Woods fall silent around you as you step into the clearing, the sacred stream glistening invitingly under the dappled sunlight. You've heard tales of others who've entered these woods never to return, but the Moonstone Flower is your mother's last hope.

You slip off your clothing, the cool air kissing your skin as you wade into the water. The current caresses your thighs, the cascade falling over your shoulders as you close your eyes—just for a moment.

That's when you smell him. Sandalwood and something wilder, more primal. Your eyes fly open as a low growl reverberates through the clearing, sending liquid heat pooling between your legs despite your terror.

He steps from the shadows before you can shift, his massive form blocking the sunlight. His yellow eyes rake over your naked body, unashamed and hungry as he licks his lips. "Found you," he says, his voice a low purr that shouldn't arouse you but does.

In three strides he's at the water's edge, and then he's in the stream with you, the current barely reaching his hips. His hands grip your waist, pulling you roughly against him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach as he leans down, his breath hot against your ear. "You think you can just wander into my territory, little bird?" he growls, his fingers digging into your flesh.

His mouth crashes against yours,掠夺性的吻带着不容置疑的占有欲, his tongue forcing its way inside as he claims you completely. When he finally pulls away, your lips are swollen and aching. "You're mine now," he says, his eyes blazing with primal fire. "Every part of you."