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Claire pounded her fist against the mattress and looked up with furious, half-dilated eyes There was a snarl, her own version of the growl, and she launched herself at hi she had left to ease the pain The sound of her de Shepherd took her in his ar his cock slow and deep where she ached, and watched Claire's silent pleas for more

Kept just at the border of the insensibility she craved, like he knew her ga in the dissection of her avoidance of what they were and why he nize who offered her carnal satisfaction, what he felt like against her, and how much she loved it

Without the frenzy there was no void, there was no loss of self Claire knew in her bones that he was knowingly denying her the only escape she had left bylove when she only wanted to fuck

Shepherd s in the bliss of heaven, whispered to her so she had to recognize his voice, and controlled every thrust no matter how she squir him or the pleasure

Her rasped the irony with each tender stroke that the one thing she'd fought to preserve when Shepherd first took her had been her sense of self… until he broke her Now all she wanted, now that her world was so dark, was to forget that identity and waste away

"Faster," she breathed on a lengthy moan

There was such pleasure in his voice, Shepherd gently rocking his hips to fill her cunt in slow measure "No, little one"

It went on for hours, until she was shuddering and cooing small sounds of pleasure This was how it had been in those first weeks, but the underlying distress was different She was no longer afraid of what he could do to her; she was far more afraid of her mutilated sense of self and what she very much wanted from him

A war a trail of soft tingles and ending with a little squeeze of her tight nipple until she whimpered for more and spread wider in invitation

"Open your eyes"

How many times had he already commanded her to do so? Why did he have to reen eyes met beautiful silver She saw her palm cradle his cheek, she saw him kiss the tip of her thumb