Ross began his assault on April's delicate neck, his lips brushing against her soft skin with a teasing gentleness that quickly deepened into possessive hunger.
He trailed kisses along the curve of her throat before his lips latched onto her tender flesh, sucking gently at first.
Each love bite he left behind was deliberate, his teeth grazing her just enough to leave faint impressions, while his lips created deeper red marks.
The combination of the gentle bites and sucking soon painted April's pale skin with a collage of passion—visible proof of Ross's dominance and her submission to the moment.
April, pure and untouched, had always taken great care of herself.
Her skin was flawless, and her natural scent—clean, sweet, and uniquely hers—was enchanting.
She never wore perfumes or artificial scents; she didn't need to.
The faint aroma of her natural beauty, coupled with the warmth of her skin, drew Ross in like a predator fixated on its prey.
Julian had always been right when he said his girlfriend, April, smelled absolutely divine.
Ross leaned in closer, breathing deeply, the primal need within him growing uncontrollable.
Her unspoiled, intoxicating scent filled his senses, driving him to the brink of madness.
His arousal, already painfully hard, became nearly unbearable. It was as if her very essence called to something deep and primal within him.
The strain in his pants became too much to ignore.
The sheer size of his massive, throbbing cock—an intimidating 15 inches of unrelenting arousal—pressed painfully against its confines, demanding release.
The discomfort was maddening, and Ross had no choice but to free himself.
With one swift, fluid motion, he stripped off his pants and boxers in a single move, his movements smooth and confident.
The moment his restraints were gone, his enormous cock sprang free, standing tall, thick, and ready.
The weight of his arousal, the sheer size and power of it, was almost overwhelming, casting a dominating shadow over the moment.
Freed from the confines of his clothing, Ross returned to his feast with renewed vigor.
His lips found April's neck once more, his tongue tracing the marks he'd already left as if to claim her all over again.
He kissed and nipped at her collarbone, his hands roaming over her trembling body, seeking out every inch of her that he hadn't yet explored.
April's breath hitched with each touch, her body responding despite her mind's confusion.
She was overwhelmed by the sensations, unable to process the electric tingles coursing through her.
Ross's movements were calculated yet instinctive, like a predator savoring his prize.
His lips and tongue worked in perfect tandem, ensuring every touch, every kiss, and every bite sent shivers down April's spine.
He was meticulous, making sure no part of her went untouched.
His hands traveled down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist and hips as he continued to press his lips against her skin, marking her as his own.
Each moment was filled with a deliberate intensity, his actions designed to break through any walls of resistance she might have.
He wanted her to feel only him, to drown in the sensations he was orchestrating, and to lose herself completely in the moment.
As he leaned into her, the heat of his bare skin against hers, the hardness of his arousal grazing her thigh, April's breathing quickened.
Every fiber of her being seemed to tingle under his touch, and the room felt charged with an almost suffocating tension.
Ross's confidence only grew with every shiver he drew from her, every soft gasp that escaped her lips.
His smirk deepened, the predator in him fully awakened, and he continued his feast, determined to bring April to the peak of pleasure, to ensure she could never forget this moment or the man who claimed her so completely.
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"What's going on?" April whispered shakily, her voice barely audible over the thundering of her heart.
Her mind was in chaos, caught in a whirlwind of confusion and panic.
For the first time in her life, she felt a strange and unwelcome sensation—the feeling of being cherished, of being desired, but in a way that left her vulnerable and utterly powerless.
Her body betrayed her, sending tingling shocks of unfamiliar pleasure coursing through her veins.
She squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to banish the sensations, to regain control of her body and mind.
But the more she resisted, the stronger the feelings became, overwhelming her completely.
When she finally forced her eyes open, the scene before her filled her with dread.
Her shirt and bra were undone, leaving her bare and exposed in a way she had never been before.
Horror gripped her as she realized his lips were on her chest, moving with reverence and hunger.
He kissed her soft skin, trailing down until his mouth found one of her untouched, sensitive peaks.
His lips latched onto her nipple, sucking with an intensity that made her shudder, while his other hand cupped and kneaded her other breast, his touch firm but calculated.
April's mind screamed at her to fight back, to resist, but her body froze under his ministrations.
The mix of fear, shame, and the unfamiliar sensations coursing through her left her paralyzed.
His hunger for her was undeniable, his actions fueled by an almost primal need.
The sight of him devouring her like a man starved for female flesh twisted something deep within her—something she didn't understand and didn't want to face.
"Julian! Help!" she cried out suddenly, her voice rising in desperation. She turned her head frantically, searching for her boyfriend, her one lifeline.
When her eyes landed on him, her heart ached. Julian was struggling on the ground, his movements weak and unsteady.
"Stop! You fucking beast!" Julian shouted hoarsely, his voice shaking with rage and helplessness. His arms dragged him forward, his knees scraping against the floor as he inched toward the bed.
His head spun, his vision blurred, and the stinging pain from Brandon's earlier slap still reverberated through his skull.
Yet he refused to stop. His love for April burned brighter than the agony he felt, driving him forward with an almost impossible resolve.
Each inch he gained felt like a victory, but it wasn't enough.
The bed where April lay trapped, vulnerable to the predator hovering over her, still seemed agonizingly far away.
Julian gritted his teeth, forcing his body to move faster, but the dizziness and weakness slowed him down.
"Don't you dare touch her!" he roared again, his voice trembling with a mixture of fury and despair.
The sound of his cries filled the room, but the predator didn't falter.
Instead, he smirked at Julian's efforts, his calm confidence mocking the man's desperation.
April's eyes filled with tears as she watched Julian struggle. Her heart broke at the sight of him, his body battered but his determination unyielding.
Yet she knew, deep down, that he wouldn't make it in time.
The man above her was too strong, too dominating, and her body, despite her mind's protests, was betraying her further with each passing second.
"Julian…" she whispered weakly, a plea escaping her lips as her tears spilled over.
She didn't know what hurt more—the violation of her body or the helplessness of the man she loved.
Either way, she felt herself spiraling into despair, trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape.