Didn’t need him to say anything, neither did she particularly want him to speak. The monstrosity he finally revealed to her was enough for Mau. It’s the very part of him she fucking adored no matter how vicious it could be. It was like he had another half to him completely separate of himself and she’d  always had a flare for stoking the embers of its burning existence to rouse it awake inside him. The way he seethed each breath, the sounds that reverberated through his chest between them, his bruising hands… they were what she needed and with every grunt he made, every inch of flesh he seared on her, Mau lost a piece of her mind with each one. By the time he took her off that wall, using her throat like a helm to take her towards that plush couch? Gone was her ability to<i>think</i>- all she could do was feel. Snuffed out was the onslaught of emotions and in their place was raw want and a need so palpable her body<i><b>hurt</b></i>, because she was coming apart at the seams in the most delectable way possible.<br/><br/>He held on to her too tight.<br/>She could<i>not</i>breathe.<br/>But even still?<br/>Mau did nothing to show any kind of distress.<br/>And that’s because she wasn’t under any.<br/><br/>A glutton for punishment and a sick little masochist who’d been neglected too long? It was the exact medicine she needed and as soon as his hand closed off her airway, while at the same time his other kept it’s relentless assault on her ever heating pussy, she came on those fingers. Walls cinched around his digits, body pulling at them with every contraction and dousing each one in her sweet nectar. When he sent her sprawling back onto the couch her head spun, dark spots blurred her vision, and she clamped her knees together instinctively when her cunt convulsed on<i><b>nothing</b></i>but cruel, cold air. It was the kind of emptiness that drove a body to the brink of crazed, because it needed so badly to be full of something and when he shoved her legs apart is when she finally thought to breathe. Took the air available to her now in a hard, gasping breath, crying out at the lack of him<i>in</i>her, climax left unattended to and it was fucking beautifully miserable. Mau would have been thankful, if she could process her mind, that he<b>didn’t</b>give her time to prepare. But Ryan’s thunder rolling<i>Mine</i>threw her upside down, making her walls twitch again and throat convulse in a bayed whimper. His unapologetic intrusion was what her body wanted and her back arched off those cushions, grating her sensitive nipples over his chest and on her fabric.<br/><br/>It was such rapture that it was<i>pain</i>, the thin line between that and pleasure irreparably blurred. She lowered her spine, forcing herself to  pay attention because feeling her tight cunt stretch for his hard, thick girth and then mold deliciously around it? Had her quivering in the most ardent shudders that the sensations of being finally so full, of him, at long fucking fast, racked through her. She looked at his face when his hand closed over her neck again, and laid her right palm over the top of it - a way of ensuring it would stay there - and wasn't afraid of the darkness that was ebbed into every edge of it. In fact, her '<i>light</i>' shone brighter because of it. A piece of her that laid dormant recognizing the piece of him that had been gone, “Yours.” She agreed gravelly, and used her free hand to to finish pushing that wretched shirt off his shoulders so she had a place of his flesh to hold on to, leg hitching up on his hip so she had the leverage to move her own. Mau undulated them, fucking herself on his cock until he decided to set the rhythm himself.<br/><br/><br/>Reiterating her<i>yours</i>she already declared.<br/>Body in incessant tremors for him to flood her womb and solidify that<b>fact</b>.