28. Matias

28

MATIAS

K ali sleeps in the passenger seat, her features softened by sleep. A small smile plays on my lips because the remote cabin I've rented out in the woods is isolated and far from civilization.

As I drive, my mind drifts to the plans I've made. No distractions or interruptions—it will be blissful isolation, with nothing to keep me from fully immersing myself in Kali.

The winding road through the dense forest is empty, save for the occasional animal darting across our path. I reach over and gently brush a stray lock of hair from Kali's face, savoring the softness of her skin. She stirs slightly but doesn't wake.

It's another hour before I pull off the main road and up the driveway to the rustic and secluded cabin. That is exactly what I had in mind—cozy, intimate, and, most importantly, completely isolated. Turning off the engine, Kali remains fast asleep.

I reach over and place a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her awake. "Kali," I murmur. "We're here."

Kali's eyes flutter open, and for a moment, there's a look of confusion on her face. Once the haziness of sleep wears off, she gazes at the cabin, and I see the way her face pales as she realizes how isolated we really are.

"Don't worry," I assure her, caressing her cheek. "We're going to have a wonderful time together, just the two of us."

She's about to speak, but I press my finger firmly against her lips. "Shhh," I murmur. "No words. Let's go inside and get comfortable."

I exit the car and move to her side, tugging her out and guiding her toward the cabin. This is where our true journey begins, where I'll finally have Kali to myself without any distractions. She may be afraid now, but she'll be begging to remain here forever by the time we leave.

I glance down at the buzzing phone, Thiago's name lighting up the screen. I swipe the message open with a low growl.

Where the fuck are you, Matias? We're supposed to be at the meeting with Suarez.

I roll my eyes, quickly typing out a response.

Calm down, Thiago. I'm a little preoccupied at the moment. I'm going primal with my mate .

I hit send, a wicked grin spreading across my face. Thiago's going to be pissed, but I don't care. Right now, all that matters is Kali—my little rabbit, my obsession, my everything. Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I turn my full attention to her. She stands to one side with her arms wrapped around herself protectively.

God, she looks so fucking vulnerable, and I love it.

I open the cabin door and usher her inside. "Welcome to our little hideaway," I announce. "Why don't you get settled in while I whip up something to eat?"

Kali's eyes dart around the cabin. I can see the unease in her expression. Her gaze keeps flicking back to the door as if contemplating her chances of escape.

"There's no need to be so nervous," I murmur. "This is our sanctuary, where it's just you and me. No one to bother us, no one to interfere."

She flinches at my touch, and I can't help but chuckle. My little rabbit is so skittish, but that adds to the thrill.

"Go on, get comfortable," I say, nudging her toward the bedroom. "I'll be in the kitchen. You must be hungry after our journey."

Her eyes dart toward the door once more. With a resigned sigh, she moves toward the bedroom, her steps slow and uncertain. I watch her go. Soon, she'll realize there's no running from me, no hiding. I'm the wolf, and she's my little rabbit trapped in my den.

As Kali disappears from view, I turn and make my way to the kitchen, already planning out the meal I'll prepare for us. I want it to be perfect, a feast for my captive queen. After all, I need to keep her well-fed and content.

I rummage through the cabinets and decide to make a hearty stew. As I work, I glance toward the bedroom, wondering what Kali is doing.

Is she pacing the floor, searching for a way out? Or is she curled up on the bed, her mind racing with a million thoughts?

Whatever the case, I know I'll soon have her full attention. I'm in control here, and I have no intention of letting her forget that. This is my game, and she's the ultimate prize.

As the stew simmers on the stove, filling the cabin with its savory aroma, I head toward the bedroom, eager to check in on my girl. Kali is curled up on the bed, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath as she sleeps soundly.

My gaze traces the gentle curves of her body, her skin luminous in the soft light filtering through the window. She's only wearing underwear. My desire for her hits me like a physical blow, taking my breath away.

I take a step forward, my eyes glued to the seductive dip of her waist and the swell of her hips. Her body is a work of art, and I'm drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

With a primal growl, I give in to my urges. Quietly, I pad toward the bed.

In a swift, fluid motion, I reach down and hook my fingers into the waistband of her underwear, slowly tearing the delicate fabric. Kali stirs slightly but doesn't wake, her breath hitching briefly before evening out again.

Her bare cunt is wet and glistening, and my body is thrumming with anticipation. Slowly, I lower my head, my breath ghosting over her sensitive skin. She smells and tastes so fucking divine.

My tongue teases her, tracing slow, deliberate patterns, savoring the intoxicating flavor. Her arousal is instantaneous, her body responding to my touch even as she sleeps.

As I feast on her, my hands explore her body, mapping every curve, every dip and hollow. Her hips buck, and her arousal grows with each swipe of my tongue. I revel in her responses, the way her body instinctively moves with mine, even in her sleep.

She will be outraged if she awakes. But I like tasting her while she's unaware.

My fingers grip her hips, holding her in place as I continue my erotic assault.

Kali's breath quickens, her body inching closer to the edge. I smirk against her clit, knowing that soon, I'll push her over the precipice and let her experience the peak of pleasure before we even sit down to dinner.

A scream tears through the cabin, jolting me from the depths of my pleasurable haze. Kali is awake and not happy.

I look up from where I'm feasting on her sweet cunt, my mouth wet with her juices. Her eyes are wide, her chest heaving as she scrambles to get away from me. But I'm having none of that. My hands tighten on her hips, holding her in place as I suck harder on her swollen clit.

"Let me go!" she shrieks.

I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her sensitive flesh. "Relax, Kali. Enjoy my tongue."

She bucks her hips, trying to dislodge my hold, but I'm not budging. My mouth works her arousal, my tongue swirling and flicking relentlessly. Her tastes and smells consume my senses, driving me to claim her completely.

"Please..." she whimpers as I nip at her clit.

"Shh, baby," I growl. "You know you like it."

At first, she struggles, her body taut with tension. But slowly, ever so slowly, she starts to relax. And then her hips move in rhythm with my tongue. Her hands grip the bedsheets, her head tossing from side to side.

"That's it," I murmur, my mouth never leaving her core. "Enjoy it." I take my time, savoring her sweetness, the way her arousal coats my tongue.

With each swipe of my tongue, her defenses crumble, her resistance turning to wanton need. I'm addicted to drinking her in, licking and sucking until she's a quivering mess beneath me.

"Matias..." she moans, her hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. "Oh God..."

I smirk against her heated flesh, my fingers tightening around her hips as I suck harder, sending her spiraling over the edge. Her cry of release echoes through the cabin like sweet music to my ears. I lap up every drop, relishing her taste, her scent filling my lungs.

Only then do I pull away, my lips stained with her essence, and grin at the dazed look on her face. "I hope you're hungry. I've made stew."

Before she can say a word, I leave Kali sprawled out on the bed, her expression dazed. A smirk tugs at the corners of my lips as I take in the sight of her, knowing that I'm the one who reduced her to this state of blissful surrender.

"Don't be long," I call over my shoulder as I head toward the kitchen, where the rich aroma of the stew I've prepared wafts through the air. "The food is ready."

As I move about the small kitchen, ladling the savory broth into two bowls, I feel an overwhelming possessiveness. Kali is mine—body, mind, and soul. No one else except for me will ever see her like this, vulnerable and undone.

I carry the bowls to the small dining table, setting them down carefully. My gaze drifts back toward the bedroom, and I yearn to return to the bed and bask in the afterglow of our intimate encounter. But I resist the temptation, knowing that I need to maintain an air of control and authority if I want to keep her firmly in my grasp. If I want to possess her completely.