[ Watching every movement her body makes, both purposeful and entirely involuntary, has him heaving a heavy groan. If he'd ever doubted her lust for pain, it was surly being proven now. Taking a moment to swallow and focus, he takes a fist full of her hair and pulls her back against his chest, holding her there and slowing his thrusts just enough to regain his own slowly slipping composure. ]
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Beg me for forgiveness, instead.