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gently guided her head up and down along his shaft, moaning with pleasure as her warm mouth surrounded him. He placed his other hand in her hair and quickened the pace. He then stood up, never breaking their connection, and began to move his hips back and forth, trying to get as deep into her as he could. He looked down and saw that her eyes were squeezed shut and tears were beginning to fall. He smiled, delighted, and held her face against him. He could feel her gagging and knew she was on the brink of regurgitation…and it felt heavenly. Her mascara began to run and he thought he would explode right then and there. Instead, he pulled her head back and simply stared down at her, panting and gasping for breath.
    “Are... you done ...with my throat... Sir?” she eked out. “Did I… please you?”
    “Of course, my Luna. You’re amazing, simply amazing," he responded, caressing her face. He pulled her up to her feet and kissed her deeply. He pulled her body to his and she began to unbutton his shirt. She felt her own desire peaking and she needed to have him inside of her. Before she could undo the fourth button, he hoisted her up and tossed her over his shoulder. She loved when he did that; it made her feel delicate and protected by a strong man. His long strides to the bedroom carried them both swiftly to their king-sized bed. In one smooth move, he placed her on the bed, spread her legs, and possessively entered her dripping wetness. She was more than ready to receive him and she wrapped her legs around his waist locking him inside of her.
    He positioned himself above her, his long muscular arms bracing him above her head. He leaned on his forearms for support and he plowed into her. She met every stroke, thrusting her hips to meet his, keeping the beat to their perfect rhythm.  Within minutes he had her on the brink of orgasm.  He then grabbed her throat with his right hand.  She arched her neck back and he clasped his grip tighter around her throat. She began to shake as her orgasm consumed her, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He leaned deeper into her, pushing her legs back even more, trying his best to rearrange her internal organs if at all possible. He began to get frenzied. He tossed his head back, his shoulder-length dreadlocks cascading across his shoulders, and felt himself getting lost in her for several moments.  The Rage  began to consume him. She was gasping and wincing. He was hurting her… and he reveling in every second of it.  He let go of her throat and her eyes slowly returned to normal. She glared at him, the slightest hint of terror darkening her eyes, but did not stop offering herself to him, stroke-by-stroke. She reached up and grabbed his dreadlocks, pulling him down into a passionate kiss. He returned her kiss with bites on her lips. His  Rage  demanded blood, so he bit deeper. She yelped in the pain of it, causing him to explode deeply within her, shooting towards her soul. He collapsed into her breasts, struggling to find a steady rhythm for his own breath. She wrapped her legs back around him and wiped both the tears from her eyes and the slight trickle of blood from her bottom lip.
    “Shit…” he muttered into her skin.
    She couldn’t find her voice so she stroked his locks instead. After a few deep breaths, he pulled himself away from her and stood up. He looked down and saw her body, twisted up in the sheets, a trickle of blood smearing her face, and smiled, feeling himself stir again.
    “And now… your gift,” he said with a devilish smile. He turned and walked towards the kitchen, leaving her in bed wondering what more could he have planned. She thought something “special” was the lovely dinner he prepared and this session was an added bonus. What could he possibly have in mind? Nicole thought to herself.  She inched up in the bed and felt herself getting sleepy. Yawning, she rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. She heard him walk back into