angela x man

Angela's eyes flashed with anger at the warrior's arrogant claim, her massive biceps flexing as she clenched her fists at her sides. "You dare lay your hands on me, you insolent cur? I am Angela, and I have a wife who loves and respects me!" she snarled.

But even as she spoke, Angela could feel her strength waning, her muscles aching and her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The battle had taken more out of her than she had realized, and now, confronted with this arrogant, demanding man, she could feel herself starting to falter.

The warrior smirked, taking a step closer to Angela, his eyes roaming over her heaving chest, her sweat-slicked skin glistening in the fading light. "A wife, you say? Well, I'm afraid that means nothing now, my dear. You challenged me, and you lost. And now, as the victor...you belong to me."

Angela's eyes widened in shock and outrage at the warrior's brazen declaration. "I belong to no one, least of all a arrogant brute like you!" she spat, even as her knees began to tremble and her massive frame swayed slightly. She knew she should be stronger, should be able to overpower this man with ease...but her body refused to cooperate, her muscles leaden and sluggish from the battering they'd taken in their epic battle.

She tried to pull away, to reclaim some semblance of control, but the warrior was not about to let his prize slip through his fingers. He surged forward, seizing Angela around the waist and spinning her around, slamming her up against the wall. Angela's head cracked against the stone, stars exploding across her vision as the warrior pinned her in place with his body. She could feel the hard, muscular contours of his chest pressed against hers, could feel the thick, throbbing heat of his arousal grinding against her center. His hands seized her wrists, pinning them above her head as he loomed over her, his dark eyes glinting with triumph and lust.

*"I don't care about your wife," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "I don't care about anything but claiming what I've won. And what I've won...is you." His mouth crashed down on hers in a brutal, punishing kiss, his tongue forcing its way past her teeth to plunder the sweet cavern within. Angela wanted

Angela wanted to resist, wanted to bite and claw and scream until her throat was raw, but some deep, hidden part of her welcomed this brutal claiming, this total and complete domination. She had spent so long as the dominant one, the strong one, the one who gave the orders and demanded obedience...and now, faced with a man who would take what he wanted, no matter the cost, Angela found herself trembling with a shameful, treacherous excitement.

She tried to hold back, to keep her mouth closed against the warrior's plundering tongue, but it was a losing battle. Her lips parted with a muffled moan, and the warrior took immediate advantage, his tongue delving deep to lay claim to every inch of her mouth. Angela could taste the coppery tang of her own blood on his lips, the salt of his sweat, the dark, masculine essence that was uniquely him. And as he kissed her, as he ground his massive, aching cock against the juncture of her thighs, Angela could feel herself starting to weaken, starting to yield to the inevitable.

The warrior's hands slid down her arms, over the sweat-slicked skin, to seize her wrists and pin them above her head with cruel, merciless strength. Angela whimpered into the kiss, her back arching as she tried to pull away...but there was nowhere to go. She was trapped, pinned, utterly at the mercy of this man and his raging lust. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her breasts, kneading the massive, pillowy mounds, his thumbs and forefingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh until Angela cried out, a sharp, **** sound that was swallowed by the warrior's mouth.

He tore his lips from hers, only to attack the column of her throat, his teeth sinking into the tender, racing pulse. Angela threw her head back with a gasp, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the stone wall behind her as the warrior marked her, claimed her, branded her as his own. His hands slid down her body, over the taut, rippling muscles of her abdomen, to the waistband of her costume. With a single, brutal tug, he tore the fabric away, leaving Angela bare and exposed, her most intimate places laid open to his hungry gaze.

"I'm going to ruin you," the warrior growled against her throat, his voice rough and raw with lust. "I'm going to fuck you until you forget your own name, until the only thing you remember is the feeling of my cock splitting you open again and again and again..."