As soon as Sage stepped onto the crowded grounds of the music festival, the pounding bass threatened to swallow her whole. She pushed her way through the sea of bodies and finally spotted her group of friends. They hugged and laughed, exchanging stories from the first day of the festival. Suddenly, Sage felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked up to see a dark, brooding figure watching her from a distance.

She eventually lost track of him, but as she and her friends made their way towards the main stage, she felt a hand grab her wrist and pull her into a secluded area. It was him. She tried to protest, but his lips crushed hers, silencing any objections. He was tall, muscular, and covered in tattoos, with a rough, gravelly voice that sent shivers down her spine.

He pushed her up against the wall, his hands roaming freely over her body. "You like it rough, baby?" he growled. She nodded, biting her lip. He continued to ravage her, and Sage found herself inexplicably drawn to him. They hardly knew each other, yet here they were, tangled in a passionate embrace. Finally, they both exploded in a toe-curling orgasm.

Afterwards, Sage looked up at him, dazed. "What's your name?" she asked. "Call me Wolf," he replied, and disappeared into the night.