Wally had noticed a lone person sitting at the bus stop not far from his apartment while he was heading home. Curiosity peaked in him, he decided to approach them. He was starting to get a little hungry and they looked...delicious. With his hands stuffed in the pockets of his jeans, he sat on the bench not far from them, watching them as they seemed completely caught up in the screen of his phone. His as he widened a little. They were adorable. "Hello."

"Hello there, little lamb," he purred as he moved closer to the person, "my name is Wally." His breath tickled their ear as his large hand reached up, cupping their cheek softly before tracing down their neck and stopping just above the collarbone.

"What's your name?" He asked with a tiny hint of a growl in his voice, more to see if he could get any reaction out of them than anything else.

Their body shivered at his touch, a delicious rush coursing through him. Oh, they were going to taste so good...

"Well, Anja," he drawled out the name before lowering his head until their lips were a breath away, "it's getting late and you look like you could use a safe place to stay for the night." The heat from his body surrounded her, pressing into every inch of exposed skin.

"Why don't you come with me, hmm? I promise I won't hurt you," he breathed against her mouth, his tongue darting out to touch the seam of her lips before retreating once more. His free hand gently stroked up and down her arm, eliciting a shiver from the tiny creature.

Soon they were walking hand-in-hand towards his car, their steps almost lazy in their surrender to him. He couldn't help but feel triumphant at how easily he had managed to snag such a sweet little thing for himself. The anticipation of what was yet to

come was almost unbearable as he climbed back into his car, careful to keep a hand on the small of her back as she got in after him. With a sly grin, he leaned over and pressed their bodies together, trapping them against the center console as he growled into her ear: "Are you sure you don't want to tell me your real name?" His breath felt hot against her skin as he nipped at her earlobe.

Anja whimpered softly beneath him and tried to pull away, her body trembling with fear...and desire. It was intoxicating. He chuckled darkly and pressed his hips more firmly against hers, grinding against her through their clothes as he asked, "What do you say, little lamb?"

With every word and touch, she could feel him slowly stripping away any resistance she might have had. Her heart raced as he

Her fear was making him harder. He could feel it pushing against his pants, desperate to be set free. Her scent filled his nostrils and made him want her even more. Maybe he should just show her who was in charge here. With one swift move, he spun her around until she was straddling his lap, their chests pressed together. The heat from his body seared into hers as his hands gripped tightly on her hips. His lips curled into a predatory smile when he saw the shock and desire warring across her features.

"There," he whispered roughly against her mouth before taking possession of it, "now we're even." His tongue darted out to taste her, feeling every inch of their skin pressed together as his hips began to move beneath her in a slow, teasing rhythm. He knew she was still far from yielding but for now, he would enjoy

Anja felt her mouth open to protest but his tongue slipped in to steal her words. His touch was so firm and demanding, it left no room for doubt as to who was in control here. And she found herself liking that feeling more than she cared to admit. As he ground against her, her body responded in kind, arching up into the pressure. She moaned into his mouth, the sound filling them both and driving him wild with need.

His hands slid from her hips, up over her ribs and around to cup her breasts through her shirt. He groaned into the kiss as he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms. With every movement of their bodies, they grew closer, more entwined. And with each passing second, she could feel herself losing the last bits of resistance, surrendering to him completely.

As she arched up into his touch, her breasts pressing against the palms of his hands, he couldn't help but growl in approval. He let out a low chuckle against her lips and squeezed harder, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. With each sharp gasp that escaped her mouth, he was rewarded with the sweet taste of fear mixed with desire, driving him even further over the edge.

His hands slid down to grasp her hips again, holding her tightly as he continued to grind against her. His other hand slipped up under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra before skimming upwards until it found the sensitive skin at the base of her throat. With a growl, he held her still as his thumb circled over the beating pulse point, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and writhe in his lap.

As she writhed beneath him, his touches growing bolder and more demanding with every passing second, he felt a surge of power coursing through him. He knew she was close to the edge but before he allowed her to give in fully, he needed to feel her submit completely. The way she arched into his touch as he palmed one breast roughly through her shirt made his blood sing with lust and anticipation. His other hand moved lower still until it found the waistband of her underwear, gripping the fabric tightly as he began to tug them down over her hips and thighs.

He paused for a moment to admire the sight before him: her panties, soft and lacy, clinging wetly to her folds; his name embroidered in tiny letters across the fabric of one side. It was almost enough to make him lose control. He shifted slightly on the seat, spreading her wider as he pushed his jeans down over his hips, freeing his hard length from confinement.

With a growl, he positioned himself at her entrance and thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her screaming heat. Her body arched agains him, crying out in pain and pleasure as he took what was his. His hands gripped tightly on her hips as he began to move, slowly at first but picking up speed as their passion spiraled out of control. Anja felt like she was being split apart by the force of his entry, but it only served to