It wasn’t the barbarous physicality in which he fucked her without caution, or his unrepentant hand and fingers when they so viciously claimed her supple mounds - just as Mau instructed - with insurance to leave his mark there, that had a brand new fat and scalding teardrop spilling out of the corner of her left eye. It rolled down her slick with sweat face and soaked into a strand of hair stuck to her jaw. No, in spite of the welts and prints and angry red lines on her otherwise flawless skin, Ryan’s inflections weren’t cause for the wells her eyes had turned into. She savored each pinch, twist, pull, slap, and stab that he gave her. Rewarded him with gargles and purrs and squeezes and her nails. Widened her knees reflexively in primal hopes it would allow him further depth. All of his visceral, relentless actions invoked an ensemble of lilted wails and lewd whines of his name that she couldn’t seem to say enough of - having been deprived it being meaningfully said for years, spoken only to the nothingness that surrounded her in his absence and in the black pits of her own goddamned head.<br/><br/>She could endure every bit of his brutality, with prurient glee, and her body was an eager receptacle for all of it that Mau found nirvana in but…..<i>But</i>… It was his soft mouth on her cheek, his grazing tongue over her jugular, and his lips on her clavicle that caused her chest to constrict so tightly, like it was being squeezed from the inside, her lungs to stop and face to contort in a tight pinch and rendered her unable to breathe. The fleeting tenderness in the midst of their catastrophic storm of euphoria, like maybe he missed her too, that was the only threat to rupturing her mentality since the coke she bumped up her nose was fleeing her system, leaving the pit of her emotions wide open and there was only so much one girl could take. Especially after what he’d said;<i>you’d do anything for me to act like I care about you. </i><br/><br/>Mau was officially torn, severed in two; half of her lost in the clouds of nirvana and raw rapture while the other had now become susceptible of the surfeit emotions that not only had been bayed for five years but also those that surfaced this very night, all because Ryan showed her a sliver of a<i>lovers</i>touch when she’d roused herself upright …<i>since you can’t get me to love you. </i>She shook her head and his venom out of it vehemently, forbidding those hateful things from rising back up, they had no business there now.<br/><br/>Oh what a whirlwind she was in when his ghost whispered in her ear, spinning through the unadulterated ecstasy of his merciless strokes inside her body and then turned upside down by the look of utter hatred he’d cast on her in the bar, against the island.<br/><br/>So no. When she clutched his hand on her chest with her right one, hanging on for dear fucking life, and the back of the couch with the left so she could bow her spine and meet his pumps with downward rolls of her hips, it wasn’t physical pain that was cause for her trying so fucking hard to keep some semblance of control. However that tension in her belly was coiling so tight, and his words were her final undoing on both accounts.<br/><br/><i><b>Mine</b></i>.<br/><br/>Mau snapped, the tension breaking so fiercely that when she came, it was violent, and her pussy convulsed in relentless tremors that sucked his cock to milk him for what she’d just begged for. Ryan’s telling her she belonged to him gave Mau the ability to breathe again and there was nothing pretty in the way she gasped repeatedly for air in a series of exultant wails, rocking her ass back and forth, grinding the pad of his taunting finger, to ride out that fevered rush of her climax and trembling with every rolling sweep he made on her inflamed, hyper sensitive, pulsing clit.<br/><br/><i>Always you! </i>She screamed, but only in thought, throat too closed up to be able and form an intelligible syllable and oh how grateful she was that when he unleashed on her his final assaults Ryan wouldn’t be able to tell that her crumbling body was jerking not just for his movements but also an array of sobs that Mau had no way of stopping. The cocktail made up of his earlier declarations and insistence, the sheer amount of overwrought sensation being filled with him garnered and the flood of his scalding cum searing the cavity of her cunt, broke the fucking dam. She did hide her face though, turning and dropping it into curve of his neck when his motions began to level and her spine could right again.<br/><br/>What else could the body do if not release in every way possible?<br/>Her pussy still melted. Her eyes still rained.<br/>And when his thrusts tamed, it was all instinct and impulse that Mau acted on, absolutely no thought to it, just bare honestly and unrehearsed reflex. Her muscles went slack, leaving her to sink into his chest and Mau's hands were a tremulous mess when she grabbed him by his own, an effort to wrap him around her but none too eager to show her face, "I'm sorry--" Mau sniveled, neck twisting left to right in hurried little movements, "I'm so fucking sorry, Ryan!" For what? For whatever it was he needed her to be sorry for! There was no sign of the impetuous, haughty, or taunting girl he’d seen earlier. Just a pitiful and broken little thing. Mau was unraveled, a panting, crying, quaking little mess so strung out on feeling she couldn't decide what to feel first so she felt all.<br/><br/>Sorry for making him leave like a phantom in the goddamn night.<br/>Sorry for being so messed up.<br/>Sorry for any and every-thing that might make him do it again.