Nalia was on the verge of tears as he teased her. Her legs started to spread of their own accord, itching for more, for harder, for faster. As if reading her mind, he spoke those exact words and her response after each one was nothing more than a whining “yes....yes...yess.” Then all once her breath hitched, unable to even vocalize anything anymore, the only sounds able to escape were high pitched gasps coming out at the same pace as his slams.<br/><br/>She didn’t even know what to do with her hands anymore now that she was pulled from the wall and pressed completely against him. So they went to his arm, the one that gripped her throat, squeezing hard his forearm between her nails as her whole body tensed in his hold. This was it. The burning flared brighter than anything she’d ever experienced, even hotter than in the anger room, billowed forth in a raging storm of torment and euphoria, as exemplified by the primal screaming groan that he pushed out of her. Her walls spasmed and then clenched, hard, gripping him.<br/><br/>She began twitching against him, limbs shaking, core vibrating in its tension. Her face contorted as she bore her teeth in her body-wracking orgasm. “Axle!” She cries out, her gasps were erratic as she squirmed in his hold. He wanted her undone. She was beyond undone. She was completely taken apart piece by piece by piece, all thanks to him.