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His hand was so tight around my throat, fingers expertly working my clit, pushing harder and harder on my throat with every moan. I was getting closer and closer to not being able to gasp air at all, making strange sounds as I tried to breath... I felt as if I was no longer there, there was no me and him just the moment. The energy. Everything was blury as my face started to tingle, and the panic started to set in, but even with the panic I found myself clutching his elbow, pulling, trying to make him push harder. I got within moments blacking out when suddenly he released me from his grip, gasping for air all I could hear was in a calm cool and collected tone "come back to me"

In that moment, in his voice, his touch, his gaze, I knew I was his. And I knew I always would be. The dull throbbing of my sore neck a reminder of the moment all doubt left my mind.