Aza'vyrn took Lauren with a force that left no room for doubt: she was his to command, his to use as he pleased. And please him she did, surrendering completely to the expert lover that Aza'vyrn was.
Position one saw her lying on the soft sand, her back arching in pleasure as he drove into her from behind. He reached around and pinched her nipples, causing her to scream with pleasure at the intrusion of his hands. The beach was virtually empty, so there were no voices but their own cries of passion filling the air.
The intensity only grew with position two, where she lay on her back, completely at his mercy. He took her with a ferocity that made her moan and writhe beneath him, and finally he was able to silence her screams by covering her mouth with his hand. It felt like they were the only ones left in the world.
Position three found Aza'vyrn behind her, pulling her hair in just the right way to make her arch her back and cry out in ecstasy. He slapped her ass hard enough for everyone around them to hear but she didn't care - nothing could stop their passionate cries of pleasure. His dominance over her only served to push her further into submission.
And he kept going, moving through positions four through six like a man on a mission. Lauren was his willing captive, completely under his control as they moved together in a frenzy of lust while still maintaining the volume down so other people around them couldn't hear their noises. Their love- making session had turned into a battle of wills, with Aza'vyrn pushing her further and further into submission.
Their passion only intensified with each new position; by the time they reached position ten, they were both screaming with pleasure internally—external noises kept to a minimum— while he spanked her, pinched her nipples, pulled her hair and whispered filthy things in her ear. It was an intense display of power and desire that no one could ignore.
Lauren had never felt so completely and utterly used—and she loved
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