Primal Call

She could hear the raw, guttural growls of his lust from across the room. They penetrated her consciousness, awakening a primal hunger deep within her core. She watched as he moved with the confidence of a beast, his muscles rippling under his tanned skin. Each growl was like an aural caress, igniting a fire deep within her.

She couldn’t help but feel her body respond to the sound, her breath hitching as her heart raced. She moved towards him, her body swaying with a need she couldn’t deny. He turned to her, his eyes darkening with a hunger that mirrored her own. She could feel his gaze on her, like a tangible touch. And then he was on her, his lips on hers, his hands roaming over her body.

His growls mixed with her moans, creating a symphony of pleasure. His body, hard and hot, pressed against hers, driving her wild. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer as he thrust into her. Each movement was like a primal claim, a declaration of ownership. And she reveled in it.

Their bodies moved in a rhythm as old as time, driven by a desire that could not be tamed. The room was filled with the sound of their lovemaking, raw and uninhibited. She could feel the pleasure building within her, driving her closer and closer to the edge. And when she finally fell, it was with a scream of pure ecstasy, a release of tension that left her breathless.

As they lay together, their bodies slick with sweat, she could still hear the growls of his desire in her ears. And she knew that they would always be a part of her, a reminder of the primal passion that they shared.

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