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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Talia had noticed the way her husband clamped down on her neck, the way his thrusts were savage enough to tear into her, relentless and firm. The lioness within her was hungry, and she didn't fear his punishment, she <i>lived</i> for it. To feel his control, his dominance. Nothing could bring her that level of pleasure. A slight pout pressed from her lips as she noticed he was pulling back. The blonde took deep, swift breaths as if to recover for a moment before she was tugged from the floor by her neck. The blonde gasped as she hit the wall behind her, Ben looming over her like a predator who'd just caught his prey. Before the lioness could raise her head, she felt the warm, wealth of his flesh force into her mouth. The restriction in her breathing caused her lashes to flutter as she tried to focus on remaining conscious.<br/>
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The swell of power that ebbed through her, from him, was enough to force her pleasure to grow. As he gave her a moment, the woman took a swift breath. A hiss escaped her lips as she gripped onto her wet light blonde strands. His words only made her hunger grow; he was her husband, and she his wife. Their connection ran deeper than any she'd ever known. It was the very reason she knew how to push his buttons, how to force him to act. Her skin glistened with trickling water beads, almost a shimmering glitter along her flesh. He wanted her to obey him further, to be his in every sense of the word. Talia needed to hear it; she craved to hear it. to know that he was demanding her compliance, so that she could give it wholeheartedly.<br/>
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The familiar sting slipped across her eyes as he thrust into her throat, restricting her breath slightly and causing her gags to be far more ragged than they were before. In what felt like an instant, she felt his grip along her throat and soon enough was pulled onto her feet. If it wasn't for his grip, her knees may have been too weak. The whisper that left his lips brought an entire change in her demeanor; her orbs lit up, almost predatory like, desperate need etched over her features as she gazed up toward him. As his hand found her heat, the woman gave a load moan of approval, her thick, dark lashes were tempted to ease down as she embraced every feeling of power, his energy, his control, it all seeped into her. Her body struggled to adjust, the pain only added to her pleasure. Soft gasps and squeals escaped her as she felt the pleasure consume her. "Yes, daddy," Her voice wasn't soft, or weak. It was <i>hungry</i>, and it was <i>strong</i>. <br/>
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The vicious, primal need within her had no issue with pushing the beast in him; she could take it. Her heart had leapt every time she heard him correct her with exactly what he wished to hear. He was so close, she could reach out and touch him. She could grip onto him, cling to him. It was what she craved. "Daddy, may I?" Her voice was so ragged and hoarse, let alone the waves of pleasure that he spilled within her, he would feel the way his touch inspired fire to spread, the igniting of every single inch of her flesh. It was as if she wasn't alive until he touched her. Talia reached out to grip her hand along his neck, just enough to pull him close. Hopefully, she surprised him enough with her boldness that she could press her lips against his in a heated embrace. Even his beast would be able to feel the rush of pleasure she got from her lips caressing his, along with his already active hand.</span><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><br/>
He was all she needed; all she'd ever needed. It was clear, if he had allowed her to kiss him, how much of that need poured out. The primal, the hungry, the pure basic need. Her body began to shudder and shake, her sculpted ample mounds bounced with ease as her body thrived; an explosion of heat poured within her, causing her slickness to grow and coat over his hand as her walls clamped and gripped him as if they were clinging onto life. The blonde's knees fell a little weak, shaking slightly in a rather different way compared to the rest of her body that began to ride through blissful aftershocks, it was almost hazy, as if there was a blur in front of her eyes that slowed time. The glistening of water over both of them were like stars in the open sky; glistening and burning, sharing the beauty of such pain. It was exactly them.<br/>
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