Their bodies clashed and he was suddenly inside her and their first orgasms came quickly but only felt like prelude. They writhed and clung and growled and purred and their desires were far from quenched until they reached a crescendo; B overwhelmed by her first blooding of war and M feeling alive once more after the coldness of his combat focused mind.
As M loomed over her and she gazed up at him with the same intensity she had as she slammed the Charger into the Rebel biker, her mouth pulled into a grimace, hissing her breath through clenched teeth. She grasped his wrists and pulled his hands to her pale throat.
“Choke me!” she gasped, and his fingers closed tight.
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