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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Zara was far too interested in the plans that had been made, since she had been kept in the dark for some of them, to notice the male approaching until she felt his palm brush against the firm, curved flesh of her rear. As he gave her an order, she considered reminding him of human manners, but she soon forgot as a vice like grip fastened around her wrist before she was bent further, and rather suddenly. A gasp of a growl escaped her lips as her face collided into the cool keys of the keyboard. Zara wasn't the kind of woman to just lay back, especially not after an approach such as that. The female fought, rising her rear up as she eased up onto her toes to gain more height to attempt to fight his hold that only pressed her wrists further up causing some pain in her joints.<br/>
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A slow huff escaped her as he forced her legs apart, which soon turned into a soft moan as she felt the hot, hard flesh press against her slick, soft folds. The female considered fighting, but when she felt the barrel of the gun pressed to her skull, she halted. The female had seen the way his flesh had torn Lin, and she knew her body was in the same shape, how was it going to affect her? Zara remained still, soft pants escaping her parted lips as she felt him begin to force himself inside of her. Zara would feel like a slick, velvet grip. Her inner walls clamped down against his flesh, caressing it as he surged further into her. A soft cry of pleasure curdling with pain filled the air as she felt half of his length sink into her, she couldn't imagine there was any more to push in. <br/>
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Even though it stung, it felt as if her body was starting to stretch for him, just before he withdrew. "What're yo..." The female wondered why he'd stopped, only to be flipped around and shifted to sit upon the desk with the gun pointed right at her temple. She knew the damage it would cause. Zara gazed up to look into his eyes, admiring the silver glimmers before she noticed he was nodding to allow him more space. Zara eased one leg over the desk, and the other swept toward the discarded chair to the side, giving her a decent spread considering how flexible she was. In an instant, she felt him surge inside of her. A cry of pleasure tore from her lips as her head rolled back, exposing her throat and making it very clear how much she panted. It was a technique she used for pain management, and there was a good deal of it, not that it stopped the pleasure.<br/>
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As he continued, the woman began to rock her hips toward him, desperate for her slick folds to kiss his abdomen. She didn't hinder with her movements, not once did the pain stop her from attempting. Somehow, the lust and changes within her allowed her to enjoy an act that would seemingly have destroyed her. Her body began to accept him, shape around him. "If you wanted to fuck me, you didn't have to use a gun," The female growled softly, her lashes fluttering up as she watched him as he moved within her. In a heat of need, the female somehow managed to break his grasp on her wrists. It was inhuman, and only from the sheer desire she had, and possibly he was distracted. The woman didn't touch the gun, instead, her hands swept up along his chest as her legs began to curl around his waist. <br/>
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Instead of fighting or taking a cheap shot, the dark haired woman gazed up toward the male, slipping her hands up as much as she could, trying to reach around his neck. "Take me to bed, at least." Zara glanced to the room close by, but her voice was clearly showing the strain she was taking. Somehow, during the act, the blood within her was starting to ease her pain... it was helping her adapt. All of her needs seemed to arise at once, causing her to ease her head toward him, while shifting her body closer to his, so that her warm lips could press against his chest. The connection they felt caused affection within her; it made her feel as if she needed him, every inch of him. There was no denying that.<br/>
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"Let me ride you." Her words caressed along his chest, a warm, breathless admission of wanting to serve him. </span>