Tamed by the Beast: A Curvy Cosplayers Forbidden Fling

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The ancient floorboards of the cottage groaned under a weight that was not her grandmother’s, and the voice that called out from the bed was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated deep within her chest. Her basket of Easter eggs felt suddenly foolish, a relic from a world of pastel innocence as the great wolf rose, his silhouette swallowing the frail light from the hearth. His eyes, molten gold in the dimness, held hers with an intensity that stilled the protest on her lips, a silent command that both terrified and enthralled her. His large, furred hands, surprisingly gentle, found the curve of her waist, his touch a brand of heat that seeped through the red velvet of her cloak. She could feel the powerful, frantic rhythm of his heart where her cheek rested against his chest, a wild drumbeat answering the frantic flutter of her own. A soft, helpless sigh escaped her as his head dipped, his warm breath ghosting across the sensitive skin of her neck, making her shiver with a delicious, forbidden anticipation. The world narrowed to this shadowy room, filled with the scent of pine, old wool, and the raw, untamed musk of him. Every brush of his fingers was a question, and every tremble of her body was her silent, willing answer, a surrender that felt more like a homecoming. In his fierce embrace, she was not a lost girl in a dark wood, but a woman discovering a wild, beautiful strength within her own softness. This was no fairy tale terror, but a profound awakening, a connection so fierce it felt like the only true thing in the world.