Predator

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Liam held Amelia's legs, pressing her thighs against her ears, lifting her to a more convenient position for himself. His deep gaze focused on her reddened, quivering entrance, guiding his shaft in slowly from behind.

As he stretched her tight entrance to its limit, her small belly began to cramp, yet he continued to delve deeper.

In the open environment, with a fierce beast thrusting into her from below, always fearing that the murky water might hide lurking dangers, Amelia felt an intense shame from being watched. This forced her to tighten her vaginal muscles even more, wrapping tightly around his, squeezing and sucking at the head, as if trying to expel this sudden invader.

"So sensitive outside?" Liam chuckled softly, pressing a hand on Amelia's bulging belly, feeling his erection inside her. This was the moment he felt he truly had her, making her focus entirely on him. Intense, rough sex could fill the missing piece of his heart—though it was a piece made of mud, easily shattered by a storm, an escape, or an emotional breakdown.

He was never complete. But in this moment, they were perfectly matched lovers made for each other.

Liam moved his narrow waist, stretching her insides with each thrust, filling her completely. His swollen testicles slapped against her entrance, the thick veins on his intimidating shaft rubbing against her walls, their flesh making a crisp sound amidst the splashing water.

"Liam..." Amelia, her body stretched to its limit, felt like a bow about to snap. Calling his name with hatred, her legs trembled uncontrollably, powerless against the pleasure coursing through her body. "Too deep, get out..."

Since yesterday, she'd had his member inside her more often than she'd eaten, her lower body now craving the pleasure it brought, wet and unresponsive, her eyes unfocused, unaware of the drool dripping from her mouth.

Unsatisfied, Liam carried her through the shallow water, each step slow and deliberate, pressing his shaft deeper with each movement.

He truly wasn't afraid of death. The water sources in Kenya were always a favorite gathering place for all wildlife, eyes flashing with hidden dangers all around—

Amelia could no longer hear the water, her ears filled with the amplified sounds of their flesh colliding. It seemed to echo throughout the silent, vast savanna, like a signal to all the animals of Tsavo.

"What are you afraid of?" Liam bit her ear. "The most dangerous predator is fucking you."