She couldn’t think.<br/>There was no rationale.<br/>All that Mau could do? Was<i>feel</i>and oh, how she<i><b>felt</b></i>,<i><b>everything</b></i>tenfold. The poor girl, from his seething breaths on her face to the expansion of her cunt that cinched his girth to wherever else he touched her, it was as if her flesh had come alive all for his own. Even the fabric of her shirt was painful when it slid over nipples so taut they were more akin to pebbles found on creek bed ground. Ryan, when he’d held her throat, for Mau it was the equivalent of a lovers caress, like he was fastening her special necklace and leaving a kiss on the pendant rather than snuffing her ability to intake oxygen.  She couldn’t perceive it for what it might have been, cause her mind didn’t work that way with him. It’s what gave her the capability to endure this moment of lecherous savagery and positively relish in every jolt her little body was jarred with - as if it was love they were making, like her hips wouldn’t be stiff and no bruises would appear at her apex when he was finished with her. For her? That’s exactly what it was and no, she wasn’t delusional no more than she was in denial. This was them, this is what and even<i>how</i>she loved; unrestrained, eruptive. Mau had something broken inside of her, something jagged, and for a while it’d been taped haphazardly together enough for her to roll through the days somewhat normally. With a normal guy, who laid normal kisses on her neck without breaking the skin and held her wrist without bruising and stroked her hair without pulling.<br/><br/>But that wasn’t her. It was a shell. Self preservation perhaps, for if she remained steadfast in the agony his leaving wrecked her with she was sure to have wasted away and died.<br/>So just as Ryan was back as was she, in all her broken and toxic attached glory.<br/><br/>The difference? He could leave again and be fine.<br/>Whereas Maureen, well… quite the opposite.<br/><br/>And she should’ve known, goddamnit Mau<i>knew</i>that asserting herself next to him again, and taunting her way back below him, she fucking knew that it would have her regressing and quite unfunctional if Ryan made good on his promise of only one night but…. The sounds she made? The nails she dug into his biceps to encourage him to give her more, her lip-biting throaty snivels of great appreciation when he pushed so deep there was absolutely nowhere further to  go, was pretty telling that this, that he, was worth the risk of her very demise.<br/><br/>So yea; harder;<br/>She wouldn’t break.<br/>...Least not physically.<br/><br/>And Ryan would already know this but she was eager and yearning and vying to be consumed by that darkness. The self sacrificial little lamb clawing at her wolf in an effort to illicit some sound from his chest for that vibrating baritone that rattled his cavity was a sound that sent shockwaves directly to her gushing entrance she could feel leaking a mixture of<i>them</i>in a trickle down the groove of her ass. But just as those pink chipped talons made to rake down his sternum her body moved fluidly, almost effortless did it softly comply per his insistence, and she clutched the cushions when on her belly. Pushed with her arms when he pulled with his hands, just as hasty to rectify the emptiness, that while brief, still garnered a series of needy whimpers. But then came a hissing gasp, because there he was again.<br/><br/>Her trim back made the perfect curve of a C, head falling on his yank, and she had to suck a lip between her teeth and bite. Hard. Oh how the veins and ridges of his cock rippled up and down over her walls in a delight that had to be sinister because anything that felt this good had to be a terrible thing. Mau reached out with her hands, planting her flat palms on the side of the arm rest so that when Ryan drilled into her, there was no budge, no give in the slightest and because of it she got<i>all</i>of his cock. The sound of his skin slapping against her own, their erotic scent filling that space and her nostrils, the bite in her scalp she pulled against just to make it greater…. Mau was falling into lascivious pieces and guttural groans that came from low in her belly where another abundance of pressure was building and spreading lower. Fingers twitched to touch herself, but she didn’t dare. It wasn’t out of shyness,  she just loved nothing more than to be utterly under his control alone. She wanted Ryan to to evoke her climbing climax, to rip it out of her when he was ready, because nothing was more intense. But her hips, they pumped for him - popping up when he pulled back and then rolling down when he pushed in. His thrusts met with effort of her own because there was nothing more she wanted than to make him feel good too without relinquishing an ounce of that domineering he so severely needed to have.<br/><br/>When she was close again, when that pool of fire burned her insides and the flames licked at her cunt, when her body tensed as tight as fishing string about to snap, Mau bent her elbows and then shoved upwards to flatten her shoulder blades on his chest - the abrupt change in the angle and depth, he only surged deeper, making her would be gasp a pitched moan. At some point that didn’t matter now, the shirt had been shed and she wanted so badly for him to give those piqued pearls the same attention he had her throat. The hand she laid over one of his? Mau tugged, urging —<i>begging</i>— for that rough palm to scour up her ribs and claim a mound on her chest all the while she bounced on his rigid rod. Saving his haunches from having to do all the work.<br/><br/>Neck lolling and  twisting, she grazed her panting mouth up his jaw, teeth too, and reached up with her left hand to grab the nape of his neck for leverage as her pussy ground fiercely on his shaft, “Cum with me, b—” her own breath interjected, hitching in her throat and Mau’s mouth made that soft O shape again but on she pleaded for his release to meet her own that was so, so near, “Cum inside me-<i>pleaseplease</i>-cum inside me…” There was no sultry eloquence as a means of seduction in her tone, it was pitiful and lilted, Mau was desperate and painfully needy to feel those searing strings filling the entirety of her most intimate place.<i>His</i>. Marking and branding and claiming, like he'd always done.