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Your pulse hammered in your throat. *God, he was beautiful.* Not just in the way of predators—all sinew and speed—but in the way he *held* himself, like he’d been carved from the land itself. His cock, pink and glistening, twitched slightly, as if aware of your attention. The dark, exposed ring of his anus pulsed with every breath, a forbidden sight that made your mouth dry.You wanted to reach out. To touch. To *claim* some of that feral heat for yourself.But would he let you?His eyes never left yours. Not when you shifted your weight. Not when your fingers twitched at your sides. There was no hesitation in his stare—only a slow, deliberate lick of his tongue, catching the last of his dripping precum before it could fall. A dare. A promise.*He knows what you want.*And the question hung between you, unspoken but heavy:*Would he want it too?*His lips peeled back in a low, rumbling growl. Not of fear. Not of warning.*Of invitation.*His tongue flicked out again, slower this time, savoring the air between you. His cock, already half-hard, twitched, precum welling at the tip. He wasn’t running.He was *waiting.*

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