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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family:Assistant"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Their humanity was slipping away. Benjamin could almost feel it pour out of him akin to a material substance that one gathered throughout life. However, that was not the shocking part. The shocking part was that he could not find a shred of concern in his body. He knew it was happening as he observed his wife’s viciousness, but it was a welcomed situation. Humanity had no place in nature. It would not bring their offspring back. They only had their instincts to trust. Eat or be eaten. That was the eternal decree by which they were forced to live. There was no use in fighting the beast within. Benjamin had spent copious amounts of energy and effort on enforcing his arbitrary rules regarding their way of life. They had already taken the leap of faith. There was no sense or logic in keeping to those imaginary guidelines of right and wrong.<br/>
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The poor man met his end. The lioness seemed satisfied with her kill. Benjamin’s arms curled around her steeply arched back during the embrace. Talia delved deeper into her other self with every passing second and every chosen word. The rawness of her boiling emotions looped into himself, provoking the man of the early days. They were on the verge of reverting to their original state of being. It was the only obvious way forward. The false skin of the materialistic, ordinary life had been shed. They were raw and feral once again. “You would do anything in whichever way I asked,” Benjamin corrected the blonde. Her heated lips against his stirred primal senses and urges. The hues and shapes sprawled forth from their being through the systems implanted in his eyes.<br/>
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The man swooped the woman up into his arms. He carried her close for a distance in the pouring rain until they met with a driver on duty. The ride back to the safe house was a passionate exchange of intimacy in the back seat. Benjamin kept his wife in his lap, tightly against his bulky frame and powerful embrace. Talia’s ravenous appetite was intense and difficult to resist. His vitality grew and reached, aching to find her once more. Even the driver must have felt rather distracted and glanced in the rear view mirror a couple of times. However, he was quick on his feet and maneuvering. The couple were back at the safe house a few minutes later. Benjamin had his wife around his presence all the way inside, legs around his hips and arms around his neck. Whatever they were still wearing came off rather hastily once the front door locked behind them. In short ways the couple managed themselves into the bathroom in order to wash off all of the blood and dirt they had succumbed.<br/>
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Benjamin sloppily turned the water on. The focus was entirely on his wife. He pushed her up against the tiled wall and kept his lips as one with hers. The beefy hands of the man sought and constricted both of her wrists, guiding them along the tiles above her frame. His hulking presence crept closer to her petite counterpart, slowly forcing her to wince before him. His masculinity was still imprisoned by those awful garments. This was the moment that he would finally let himself go and let the Beast reign over him. As he let go of her wrists and let her sensual frame glide down on its knees, he leaned his forehead against the tiles to watch. He had to let it all go—fear, doubt, restraint, morals, better judgement. They were mere obstacles and annoyances for the hungering beast within. She was the only one who could unleash him. There would be no doubt in her mind that this time was different. Benjamin was an open book to his wife. This one had the old, dark days written all over it. “Don’t disappoint me,” the slow and rumbling voice of his uttered.<br/>
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