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Cassandra groaned as she rolled out of the bed and dragged herself towards the bathroom. This not only resulted from her not being a morning person but also because her body was aching in nearly every possible spot. It wasn't an uncomfortable pain but rather reminding her of some thrilling hours filled with lust, heat and sweat.
The hot water poured over her and she hissed when it hit the sore skin on her wrists, the marks on her shoulder and the bruises on her hips. Despite the warm water she shuddered and goosebumps formed on her skin.
She pulled on the restrains around her wrists, groans muffled by the pillow her face was pressed into. Strong fingers dug into her hips and held her in place while he merciless pounded into her. "Who is your alpha, kitten?". A low voice growled into her neck, his muscled torso pressing against her sweaty back. Her answer was swallowed by the fabric in front of her mouth and her breathless grunts. A sudden cry of pain and pleasure the same left her when he bit into her shoulder, fangs easily breaking her skin. An unyielding hand dug into her hair to pull her head back. She gasped when she finally was able to take a few deep breaths but then something soft was wrapped around her neck, pressing onto her throat with still only a slight force. She grained her head and looked up at the man and the animal that was hovering above her. Black, messy hair framed the sharp face of Lucci's hybrid form. The man was still waiting for an answer, but she was too captured by the enthralling sight that was presented to her. At the same time, she was painfully aware that he may still be inside and stretching her, but that he had stopped moving. The binding around her neck, happening to be the leopard's tail tightened to catch her attention as he repeated question.
"You!"
She pressed her thighs together. The memories made her innards pull and throb. That was just the effect the Leopard man had on her. The relationship they were having was only based on lust, physicality and a game of cat and mouse, where she most definitely was the mouse, though she enjoyed every second of it. It was his animalistic side that drew her in, the predator that thrilled her and his dominance that completely turned her on. But was there more about it? That was something she didn't dare to think. There would come nothing good with falling for this man. He was no one to accept those feelings, no one to be tamed, to be caged. He was a wild animal who comes and goes as he wishes.
Before her mind could wander too far, she quickly finished the shower and got out of the cabin. The mirror revealed what she only had been able to imagine until then. Her whole body was littered with bruises and marks, all testifies of the things Lucci was doing to her behind closed doors. He always was a little wilder, a little harsher and had a thing for restrains and other toys but it never failed to satisfy her on a stage she never had experienced before. She still could so vividly remember the first time they landed in the sheets. There had been no flirting, no courting or much words at all. It had been after a very intense training. Hand-to-hand-combat that had involved a lot of physical contact.
