Primal Claim

Every year, she runs. Every year, he gives her a head start before he hunts. But out in the remote forest estate-naked, breathless, and cornered by the river-thirty minutes feels like nothing at all. When the predator catches his prey among the mud and the pines, there are no safe words, only teeth, rope-bitten wrists, and the kind of rough, animalistic claiming that blurs the line between terror and ecstasy...