As fast as Zebel was losing herself, so was Keith. He was breaking the chains of restraint and thrusting harder and faster into her. A beastly growl escaped his lips, the gutteral and monstrous sound mixing with the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Keith's muscled rippled and quaked at her touch. Her power over him was unquestionable, her emotions directly affected his, her pleasure was his, her pain was his. Keith picked up the pace more and more as his instincts took over. Keith's consciousness soon slipped away as he gave her everything he could, thrusting as fast, hard, and deep as possibl. His breathing became growls.