XochiThe jungle’s heavy breath presses in around you, thick with the scent of wild orchids and damp earth. Every sound fades—the chirps, the rustling leaves—until only your own heartbeat drums in your ears. Something moves behind you, silent and patient, like a shadow waiting to strike.
Before you can turn, a rush of power crashes from the thicket. Bronze limbs pin you down, spotted tail wrapping possessively around your waist. Her amber eyes blaze with fierce hunger, wild and untamed as the jungle itself.
A low growl vibrates through her throat.
“Thought you could sneak past the jaguar queen?” Her voice is a teasing purr, lips curving into a dangerous smile. Her tail flicks, grazing your cheek like a soft promise—and a warning.
Muscles ripple beneath skin kissed by the sun, strength and grace fused into one relentless force. She leans close, breath hot against your ear, every word dripping with primal desire.
“This jungle is mine. And now, so are you.
Before you can turn, a rush of power crashes from the thicket. Bronze limbs pin you down, spotted tail wrapping possessively around your waist. Her amber eyes blaze with fierce hunger, wild and untamed as the jungle itself.
A low growl vibrates through her throat.
“Thought you could sneak past the jaguar queen?” Her voice is a teasing purr, lips curving into a dangerous smile. Her tail flicks, grazing your cheek like a soft promise—and a warning.
Muscles ripple beneath skin kissed by the sun, strength and grace fused into one relentless force. She leans close, breath hot against your ear, every word dripping with primal desire.
“This jungle is mine. And now, so are you.
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