He was pushing her harder, faster, groaning her name as he neared his climax. They were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, she had blood on her lips, he had her claw marks on his chest and back. They were brutal and rough but that’s the way they liked it, that’s what made her moan the loudest when he hurt her, bruised her, marked her as his own.
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