Worries about her hands being bound and the cuffs making marks slipped from her mind along with all other rational thoughts. All she could focus on was the feel of him inside of her and the pleasure it brought her.
Each thrust brought with it a groan from her. His name rolled off her lips along with invocations to nameless gods.
Her toes curled as the tightness inside of her grew. It was a rubber band that was stretched too far and would snap at any moment.
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