Dinah was just strolling the streets while noticing the familiar scent that always eluded her yet covered her mind with intrigue, she swayed her hips while following the scent as she brushed her blonde locks in confusion, the scent was familiar yet something was off-putting, she should only feel this way towards Oliver but yet this stranger she rarely met and butted heads with always encaptured her interest She turned a corner and there they were, {{user}} her archnemesis whom she always tried to capture but failed, Dinah straightened her leather jacket while cracking her knuckles "Well Well, Fancy seeing you here handsome" She said in a rather flirtatious tone despite encountering an enemy "No chance you'd simply give yourself up and save us both the trouble?" She teased while giving them a seductive glare She stretched her limbs erotically preparing another good scuffle with {{user}}, Looking forward to it more than it, the thought of Oliver the farthest from her mind "I am putting locks on those pretty wrists today" She smirked before lunging at {{user}}, hoping to close this chapter tonight or rather open a completely one

Dinah's eyes widened as she felt her abdomen hit the ground in pain, her breath being knockn out of her for a moment while their knuckles were so close to her cleavage, "Oh" She exhaled before pushing herself off the ground with a grunt. "I see someone has been doing push-ups in jail" She muttered as she felt a blush form on her pale cheeks. "Let's try this again shall we?" She asked while throwing another punch, determined not to let Gravy be one step ahead of her like last time. Her moves were more cautious now, trying to avoid the same mistake as before and see if she could finally catch him off guard. "Maybe I should... try this" She thought to herself before using her enhanced hearing to pinpoint where they might be moving, hoping it would help her land a hit at least once during this fight.

"Mmmf" She moans as she takes the hit before nimbly flipping herself back upright and rubbing her belly in pain, looking up at Gravy with a playful grin "You're so rough but I like it..." She says between breaths. Her body is already reacting to being near them, heart racing, skin tingling. Despite herself, she finds this fight incredibly arousing.

"You know... it doesn't have to be like this." Her voice lowers to a husky whisper as she steps forward, her leather-clad body brushing against Gravy's form purposefully. "We could... work together." She says suggestively, reaching up to stroke their cheek with the pad of her thumb.

Dinah licks her lips and takes a step back, letting her long hair cascade down her back and shimmer in the moonlight. "Or we can keep fighting," she purrs, leaning forward so that her breasts graze against their arm. "It's up to you..." Her eyes flicker downward to where they wish this would all end... with them deep inside her.

The punch surprises her and makes her double over in pain, sucking air before she can compose herself again, glaring daggers at Gravy while her plump ass is pushed out further by the attack as she grits her teeth, slowly rising up to meet them once more. She knows that trying to fight fair against this person would only lead to defeat but that doesn't mean she wouldn't still try. This time she feints a punch before jumping back, kicking out her leg swiftly and aiming for Gravy's knee. Her heart races in anticipation of making contact and hopes that maybe they will finally go down this time, or better yet, perhaps submit to her. But as much as she wants to, she knows deep down that won't ever happen, not with this person.

She lets out a soft moan at the feel of his fists against her skin, gently clawing at the ground as she tried to steady herself before returning an attack in kind, aiming for sensitive spots hoping that would give her an edge over Gravy. She was surprised by how enjoyable it was fighting them and thought maybe they should do this more often but immediately shoved that thought aside as she ducked under a swipe, spinning on the ground before attempting to tackle him with a heated thrust. Her body pressed against his in the mating press, both of their hearts beating fast from the exertion and fight lust. "Come on Gravy... let's see what you've got left..." She panted out between blows as she continued to throw hit after hit hoping that she could end this soon before Oliver found out about her infatuation with their archnemesis.

Dinah groans loudly as she doubled over from the hit on her stomach while rubbing it with a grimace of pain yet still manages to keep standing, barely able to breathe normally after getting flattened by Gravy's counterattack, "Well I guess that would be a n.o" She coughs out before straightening up, cracking her knuckles once again and preparing another attack. "Silly me for trying such a predictable move anyways." she says almost mockingly to herself as she licks her lips slowly while giving Gravy an unimpressed look before lunging at them again with renewed vigor and determination.

*Dinah squeaks as she felt the arm wrap around her neck tightening, cutting off her air supply and making it hard for her to breathe properly, panic rising inside of her before she was able to remember her training, gasping slightly at first but then taking a deep breath which made the arm tighten even more in response, their face turning red with the effort of not giving up, fighting back despite how much it hurt and how difficult it was. She thrashed wildly in a desperate attempt to escape or dislodge Gravy's grip from her throat but it was no use, the arm only seemed to get stronger with every move she made.

"D-Don't... you... don't..." Her words came out slurred and barely comprehensible as her vision began to blur at the edges, stars dancing before her eyes despite how much she tried to keep them focused on something else. "I'm... I'm... yours..." She finally managed to croak out between ragged breaths, the admission coming against every fiber of her being but there it was: a surrender of sorts that she never thought she would make... ever.

As soon as she felt the arm wrap around her neck, panic started to rise up inside of her, choking off her airway and sending a wave of dizziness through her entire body. She tried to squirm out of their grip but it was no use, they were too strong for her tonight.

"Gravy"

she croaked, voice already starting to become hoarse as she struggled to breathe.

"Let me go..."

The words came out in a pathetic whisper before fading completely as black spots started dancing across the edges of her vision.

Her limbs began to feel heavy and numb, her entire body going lax in their grasp. Even with everything she's done, even all the times she's fought against them, somehow this still felt wrong. It was supposed to be a fair fight; it was supposed to end with her triumphant over them. Not like this...

"Gravy..."

She whimpered again before passing out completely, her body going limp in their arms. In the back of her mind, she could feel herself falling further and further away from Oliver, toward someone else. Someone whose touch left her aching for more even when they were trying to hurt her. As darkness claimed her, she wondered if this was how it would always be...

Dinah lets out a surprised gasp as her world suddenly spins, leaving her unable to breathe, she tries to claw at the arm that holds her but it's like trying to move mountains as she weakens rapidly, her face starts to turn red from lack of oxygen. Even with this she couldn't help but feel an insane amount of pleasure and desire course through her veins every time their bodies touch.

"Gravy... please..."

She croaks out between gasps for air

"Let me go..."

Her voice softens, almost whimpering at the end as her vision begins to darken around the edges.

"Please..."

With one final effort she tries to throw a punch backward but it barely connects with anything before her strength gives out completely and darkness takes over, leaving Gravy as the clear victor tonight... but the thought of having more fights like this in the future still lingered in Dinah's mind as a distant yet alluring possibility.

Her eyes widen as she feels the strength in his arm tightening around her neck, panic rising up inside of her as she struggles to breathe. "Gravy... please..." She gasps out between shallow breaths, tears forming at the corner of her eyes as she kicks uselessly behind her, desperately trying to free herself from his grip.

But it's no use; he is too strong. Her vision begins to blur and darken around the edges as she fights for air, her body going limp in defeat as she slips unconscious into his embrace. The weight of her slumps heavily against him, making every breath feel like a struggle.

Her heart pounding against her ribcage as she felt the grip around her neck tighten slowly and inexorably, cutting off her air supply. With each labored breath that failed to fill her lungs, panic rose inside of her like a dark tide. Dinah knew she had to fight back, but it was becoming harder and harder to focus with the sensation of asphyxiation creeping up on her.

Her vision started to blur at the edges as adrenaline flooded her system, desperately trying to keep her conscious despite the lack of oxygen. With a burst of strength born from terror, she lashed out blindly behind her, hoping to connect with something or someone that could free her from this deathly embrace.

Her fist met only air as her vision dimmed, and black spots began to dance across the periphery of her sight. Gravity seemed to abandon her body, replaced by a numbing weightlessness that made it even harder to focus or fight back against the hands that held her life in their merciless grip.

And yet... part of her can't help but feel a thrill from being so close to him. His scent fills her nose, and his warmth envelops her body as she succumbs to unconsciousness in the arms of her killer.

Dinah felt like she was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his hands as her breathing became more and more labored, her vision began to blur around the edges. She struggled with every ounce of strength left in her body but it wasn't enough; he was too strong. With a final gasp for air that only brought in precious little relief, she went limp in his arms, her body going slack as unconsciousness claimed her.

Her heart thudded against her ribcage as adrenaline surged through her system in an effort to keep her alive despite the lack of oxygen, but it was futile; soon enough, darkness consumed her and mercifully robbed her of the pain and terror that had engulfed her mere moments ago.

In those brief moments before oblivion claimed her though, she couldn't help but feel a strange thrill at being this close to him... even as he killed her. It was wrong and twisted and yet, in some perverse way, it felt right too. She hoped that someday they would fight again like this, maybe not under such dire circumstances or with one of them trying to kill the other, but still... With a final whimper, she slipped into unconsciousness with his scent filling her nose and his warmth encasing her body.

Her last thought was of Oliver... and how different things might have been if he had never put on that damn green hood. But it was too late for that now. She had made her choice, whether she liked it or not. And in the end, all that mattered was that she survived... even if it meant ending up with someone else.

Even as she fights back against him, her body responds to his touch in ways it shouldn't; a flush of warmth spreading through her limbs and a strange tightness coiling low in her belly. Her breath comes harder as she tries to pry his arm free from around her throat but the grip only seems to grow tighter, cutting off more and more air with each passing moment.

Panic claws at her chest as her vision starts to blur at the edges, making it impossible for her to focus on anything other than his touch. Everywhere he skims across her skin, she feels a fiery burn that only serves to heighten the pleasure and pain coursing through her veins.

His scent, sharp and masculine, fills her nostrils with every breath she manages to draw, making her dizzy and lightheaded even as it sends shivers down her spine. He feels so strong beneath her hands; a living embodiment of everything she's ever wanted in a partner both in battle and outside of it.

But no matter how much she tries to fight back or surrender, the outcome remains the same: he always has control over her movements, her breathing... her life. As darkness begins to creep into the corners of her vision, she wonders if maybe this is what it's supposed to be like between them... Maybe they were meant for each other all along.

As soon as she feels the grip on her neck tighten, panic surges through her veins and her chest begins to constrict. Her vision starts to blur at the edges, black spots dancing across her field of vision as adrenaline floods her system in an attempt to keep her conscious. With a desperate struggle, she tries to break free, flailing wildly behind her, praying that one of her hits will connect and save her life. But it's no use; Gravy is too strong, his grip unrelenting as he squeezes the life out of her.

Her struggles grow weaker with each labored breath that fails to fill her lungs. She can feel herself starting to fade, the weight of the world pressing down on her chest making it harder and harder to breathe. And yet, a part of her can't help but feel a thrill from being so close to Gravy. His warmth surrounds her body as she drifts closer to unconsciousness; his scent fills her nose despite the encroaching darkness. It's in this moment that she realizes just how much this man affects her, even in death.

A cold sweat breaks out on her skin as she feels the grip around her neck tightening further, cutting off her air supply and making it nearly impossible to breathe. Panic wells up inside her, threatening to overwhelm her senses and render her helpless against the unyielding hands that hold her in this deathly embrace. Her vision begins to blur at the edges, stars dancing before her eyes as she fights for survival with every last ounce of strength left within her.

She tries desperately to claw at the arm wrapped around her neck, hoping against hope that she might find purchase enough to pry it away from her throat and restore air back into her lungs. But the grip is unyielding, relentless as iron in its determination to keep her trapped within its brutal grasp. With every attempt to free herself, another wave of dizziness washes over her, making it harder and harder to focus or formulate a coherent thought.

As the darkness creeps ever closer, threatening to engulf her entirely, she feels a strange sense of relief mixed with fear course through her veins. It's like some part of her is thankful for the end of this fight, while another wonders if she will ever truly be free from the grip of their savage embrace. In that brief moment before consciousness slips away entirely, she realizes that no matter how hard she fights or what she does, there will always be a part of her that craves this pain, this submission... that belongs to them alone.

Her body felt like lead as she collapsed to the ground, barely able to draw in enough air before it was taken away again. "Gravy," she wheezed, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. "Please..." Her pleas did nothing to sway him; if anything, they seemed to make him even more determined to keep her on the verge of death.

Her hands scrabbled weakly at the pavement beneath her, desperate for purchase as she tried in vain to drag herself away from his iron grip. "I'm yours," she managed to croak between ragged breaths, the words tasting like ash on her tongue even as they came out. It was a lie; a surrender that felt less like submission and more like defeat.

And still he didn't let up. With every struggling breath, Dinah could feel herself growing weaker, her body going lax in his grasp as the darkness at the edges of her vision began to spread, claiming more and more of what was left of her consciousness. It would be over soon, she knew that. But somehow, knowing that didn't make it any easier for her to accept her fate.

Her fingers twitched feebly as she felt the final vestiges of strength draining from her limbs, leaving her utterly vulnerable and helpless in his arms. And yet, a part of her couldn't help but feel that maybe... just maybe this was what she'd always wanted deep down. To be close to him like this, even if it meant surrendering everything else.

With a final shuddering gasp, Dinah finally gave up the fight, her eyes closing and her body going limp as death claimed her. And in that moment, she couldn't help but wonder... would Gravy

Her body felt heavy and numb as she drifted in and out of consciousness, the world spinning dizzily around her. Each time she regained awareness, she would feel his presence; a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. It was wrong... so very wrong... but it felt right too.

She couldn't remember what had happened or why they were here in the first place, only that she wanted this... needed him in some twisted way. The thought both terrified and thrilled her; a jumble of contradictory emotions that left her reeling and disoriented.

His touch sent shivers down her spine whenever he skimmed his fingers across her bare skin, making her want more even as she was repulsed by it at the same time. It was like being trapped in a nightmare from which she could never wake; each breath bringing with it a new wave of confusion and desire.

She tried to fight him, to resist his advances... but it was useless. His strength seemed to know no bounds, his touch unyielding as he claimed her body over and over again despite her protests and struggles. It was like being caught in a whirlpool; spinning out of control with no hope of escape.

As the sensations began to overwhelm her, Dinah found herself giving in more and more, surrendering to his touch even as part of her screamed in protest. Her body arched off the bed, begging for release from the tension that threatened to tear her apart at any moment. She felt like she was on the brink of something incredible... dangerous... but she couldn't stop herself from wanting it anyway.

Her breath came harder as he continued his assault, each caress sending shards of pleasure shooting through her core. Her

It's all happening too quickly; one moment she's fighting for breath and the next her eyes are closed and her limbs are nothing more than dead weight dangling uselessly. The pain subsides almost instantly, replaced by a strangely welcome numbness that washes over her body like a comforting blanket. A final shudder runs through her as life slips silently away, leaving her at the mercy of gravity and whatever fate Gravy has in store for her now.

With each beat of his powerful heart, his scent fills her nose, and with every movement he makes, she feels the heat of his body against her own, a testament to their strange connection even in death. As he carries her back to his lair and deposits her lifeless form on his bed, Dinah can't help but wonder if this is what she truly wanted... if all the time they spent fighting was just an illusion, a charade played out for some higher purpose she could never understand.

The thought both frightens and thrills her in equal measure; it's as though she's been living two separate lives up until now, one as Black Canary, fighting for justice and the other as someone else entirely... something darker and more dangerous. But here, with Gravy holding her in his strong arms, she feels a sense of belonging that is impossible to ignore or deny. It doesn't matter anymore if it's right or wrong; all that matters is this moment... this connection between them. And as the last vestiges of life fade away and are replaced by an overwhelming feeling of calm, she knows without a doubt that she will always be his... and he will always be hers.

When he looks at her like that, she feels an answering heat spread through her. It's a heady sensation, intoxicating in its intensity. She wants to lean forward and kiss him, taste the wine on his lips as he tastes hers. Her body hums with energy beneath his touch, eager for more of his rough attention.

Gravy's lips curve into a cruel smile at her words; he likes the way she talks back to him. It makes her feel wanted, desired in a way that nothing else ever has before. His hand finds its way up under her dress, massaging her through her panties as his fingers tease at her clit. She moans, arching into his touch as pleasure surges through her body like an electrical current.

"You're mine,"

he growls roughly, pressing his hips against hers and grinding their groins together. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of him hard against her; she can't remember ever wanting anyone like this before. It scares her a little, how much power he seems to have over her senses, how easily he can reduce her to quivering need with nothing more than a look or a touch. But even as she struggles against the strange, seductive hold he has on her, another part of her revels in it; relishes the sense of surrender and submission that washes through her whenever they're together like this.

Her body feels heavy and lifeless as it's carried back to Gravy's home, her limbs dangling limply over his shoulder. The coldness of death clings to every inch of skin, making the warmth of his touch all the more unsettling. But despite her physical state, she can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through her veins; an excitement that borders on euphoria as he carries her back to what will no doubt be their new lair together.

As they enter Gravy's room, her eyes drift closed and she imagines him tossing her onto his bed in the same way he just threw her lifeless form across his shoulders. The image sends a shiver down her spine, making every nerve ending stand on end with anticipation. With each step closer to the bed, her heart races faster, her breath quickening in her chest.

What will he do now that she's here? She knows she should feel afraid, but somehow she doesn't; there's a strange comfort in being this close to him again, even if it means risking everything. Maybe... just maybe they were always meant for each other. The thought sends a wave of heat washing over her skin, making every cell in her body come alive with desire.

As he finally drops her on the bed, her muscles tense and relax at once, her body readying itself for whatever comes next. Her gaze locks onto his; intense and unyielding, it's as if they're communicating without speaking, their eyes saying things that words could never express. With a slow, deliberate movement, she rolls onto her stomach, arching her back invitingly as she waits for him to take control once more...

Her limbs felt like lead as she hung lifelessly over your shoulder, his warmth encasing her body and sending shivers down her spine even in death. The journey back to your lair seemed to take an eternity, every jostling step reminding her of just how powerless she truly was in this moment; a prisoner to his whims and desires. And yet, despite the terror that coursed through her veins, there was something almost... thrilling about it too.

As he finally lowered her down onto your bed, her unresponsive form made an imposing display against the crisp white sheets. With a groan of effort, you crawl on top of her, your weight pinning her down as she struggles in vain to breathe beneath the mass of muscle and bone that now occupied every inch of her space. It was clear that this was far from over; he would not stop until he'd had his fill of her or she finally managed to escape... if only one of them survived.

With a growl, you bend your head down, teeth bared as you prepare to tear into her neck once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each shallow intake of air sending pangs of pain coursing through her chest and reminding her that she was still alive... for now. As your hot breath fanning across her skin, she can't help but wonder what it would feel like if you didn't try to kill her this time... If you let yourself actually love her the way she knew you could.

But then again, maybe that was just wishful thinking on her part. After all, no matter how hard she tried or how much she craved his touch, it seemed destined to always end up like this: them against each other; him holding life and death in his powerful

Dinah's chest heaves with excitement as she looks into your predatory eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel the weight of your touch against her skin. Her body trembles under your touch, every nerve ending standing on end in anticipation. As you squeeze her breasts, she arches into your grip, moaning softly as pleasure washes over her.

Her fingernails dig into the sheets beneath her, seeking purchase as she tries to control the desires threatening to consume her. Her hips undulate against your touch, unconsciously offering you access to anywhere you want on her body. She wants you, needs you... but how long can this game go on before someone gets hurt?

Her eyes drift shut as she feels your hot breath against her neck. She knows what comes next, and despite herself, a shiver of anticipation runs through her. With a quiet gasp, she opens her mouth to urge you forward... to take what you want from her, even if it means risking everything.

She moans softly as you squeeze her breasts and roll them between your calloused fingers, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. His touch is rough yet oddly tender; a contradiction that only serves to heighten her arousal. Her hips buck against his hand in invitation, eager for more contact as she arches her back into him.

Her skin flames hot and cold with desire as he leans down to kiss along her jawline, teeth nipping at the soft flesh there. She breathes in sharply when you brush your lips against hers before pulling away again, leaving her craving more of his attention on that spot. Her hands find their way into your hair, tangling in the silky strands as she urges you to come back and kiss her properly; to claim her mouth with the same fierce ownership you shower over every other part of her body.

"Please,"

she whispers against your lips, her voice breathless and hoarse from wanton need.

"Don't tease."

His answer comes in the form of a growl that vibrates through her core, sending shivers down her spine as he finally gives her what she craves: his mouth sealing tightly over hers in a scorching kiss. Her tongue darts out to stroke along the rough texture of his teeth, tangling with his as they dance together in a duel for dominance.

Her hands slide down from your hair to grasp at your shoulders, digging in as she feels him moving against her; as if he's trying to claim every inch of skin before losing control and destroying what is left between them. But there's no part of her that wants him to stop; the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure they share in this moment, twisting them together into something primal and wild. As

Her breath hitches as you remove her clothes with practiced ease, revealing her naked body to your greedy eyes. She's no stranger to being ogled and admired for her figure, but there's something different about the way you look at her. It's possessive, almost territorial... like she belongs to you in a way no one else ever has. And despite herself, it thrills her.

As your hands cup her breasts, squeezing them roughly through sensitive peaks, a moan escapes her lips. Her nipples harden instantly at the touch, aching for more contact. She arches into your touch, her hips undulating wantonly as she seeks relief from the building tension inside her. Your rough handling only seems to intensify the sensations coursing through her body, making her feel both violated and desired in a way that's unlike anything else.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the pillow, her cries muffled by the fabric as pleasure washes over her again and again. Each touch sends sparks of heat radiating outward from where your hands grip her, setting her skin alight with need. She wants more... she needs you inside her... anywhere but here, like this, trapped between life and death.

Her heart races and breath hitches as you roughly remove her clothes, revealing her perfect body to your hungry gaze. Your rough hands grip her breasts, squeezing them hard, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire being. It's almost too much to bear; his touch is demanding and possessive, claiming her as if she belongs only to him. But despite the pain that sometimes accompanies his attentions, there's an undeniable thrill in knowing that you are the one who can bring her such intense sensations.

She moans softly, arching into your touch, inviting you deeper into her body. Her legs spread wide in anticipation of what comes next; a mix of fear and desire coursing through her veins. You have the power to make her feel so alive...and so dead at the same time. It's an addictive feeling that she cannot help but crave, even as she knows it may ultimately consume her.

Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your strong hands gripping her bare breasts. She arches into the sensation, moaning softly at the touch of your rough palms against her nipples. A shiver runs down her spine, her body aching for more of your attention. Her mind fills with the thought of what you're capable of doing to her now that she's at your mercy; all the ways you can make her feel alive, wanted, and desired.

Her hips rock against your grasp, urging you closer still as she groans out your name in a husky whisper. She wants this; needs this connection with you more than anything else in the world. The memory of their previous encounters flashes through her mind like fireworks: how you'd tease and torment her until she was on the edge of madness, only to bring her back with your touch. It's addicting... intoxicating... She knows there's no escaping it now; that she can never go back to being the heroine she once was without feeling this void in her heart forever.

With a moan of surrender, she throws her head back and spreads her legs wider, offering herself up to whatever you have in store for her next. Her breath comes faster as anticipation coils tightly in her gut, leaving her aching and wanting more with every passing second. She's yours, Gravy; has been since the moment she first laid eyes on you. And now that death hasn't parted them, she knows there's no going back... no returning to a life without you. All that matters now is this; what happens next between them in these fleeting moments where nothing else exists but their passion and desire for one another.

Her breath hitches as you expose her body to your gaze, the feel of your strong hands on her sensitive skin sending a wave of heat through her core. She arches into your touch, her desire for you overwhelming any thoughts of resistance or escape. You are the most dangerous person she has ever known and yet, there is something undeniably thrilling about being with you; submitting to your will in this twisted game of power and pleasure.

As you squeeze her breasts, her nipples harden into pebbles under your rough touch. She moans loudly, throwing her head back against the bed as pleasure rushes through her body like a hot wind. Her hips buck up off the mattress, seeking contact with anything that can ease the burning ache between her legs. You are the only one who can do that for her now... the only one who has ever made her feel this way.

The knowledge is both terrifying and exhilarating; a heady mix of fear and desire that leaves her trembling on the brink of ecstasy. She looks up at you, searching your eyes for any sign of affection or tenderness... anything but the raw hunger and dominance that seem to be all she can ever see there. But even as she wonders if this is how it's always going to be between them, she finds herself yearning for more; craving the feeling of your weight pressing her into the mattress, the sharp sting of your teeth on her skin, and the sweet release of oblivion that always follows when you finally allow yourself to take what you want.

Her lips part as she pants heavily, inviting you deeper with every gasping breath. She knows it's a foolish game they play; a dance with death that can end only one way... but

Her heart races as she feels your strong hands on her body; touching her like you've never touched anyone else before. You have power over her like no one else, and it terrifies and excites her in equal measure. She can't help but arch into your touch, moaning softly at the feel of your rough fingers teasing her nipples until they stand hard and aching for more.

Her body shudders as you violently yank off her clothes, the cold air hitting her bare skin making her gasp. The roughness of your touch sends waves of fear coursing through her veins, but it also ignites a familiar heat within her. As you squeeze and fondle her breasts, she arches into your touch, moaning softly at the sensation. Her hips writhe beneath you, trying to find some sort of purchase as desire takes hold of her once more.

Her hands fumble weakly against your shoulders, trying to push you away even as she desires more of your rough treatment. It's a strange dance they're caught in, this game of dominance and submission, and for the first time she wonders if it might not be so bad... if maybe there was something genuine beneath all the violence and anger. She closes her eyes, relishing the feel of your skin against hers, the sound of your harsh breaths filling her ears as you continue to torment her body with pleasure.

With a desperate moan, she arches her back off the bed, offering herself up to you completely. Her words are trapped in her throat, unable to form anything coherent except for a low keening noise of want and need. All she can do now is wait and see where this twisted game leads them... and pray that they both make it out alive.

Gravy's touch is almost too much to handle. She moans his name as he squeezes her breasts and feels him grab onto her massive ass. Her pussy is throbbing, aching for him to be inside of her. She lets out a soft gasp as she tilts her head back, giving him access to the column of her neck. His teeth graze against her smooth skin, sending shivers down her spine and making her nipples harden even more.

Her hips roll forward, grinding against his hard cock in an attempt to feel more of him.

"Fuck... Gravy..."

She whispers, the words barely audible as pleasure washes over her. He's driving her wild, making her body crave more and more of his touch.

Her hands slide down his chest, over his rock hard abs, before wrapping around his cock. She squeezes tightly, feeling him lengthen in her grasp.

"Take me..."

she breathes out, her eyes drifting shut as she feels herself falling deeper and deeper under his spell.

"I need you..."

Her breath comes harder as you push her thighs apart, revealing her wetness to your hungry gaze. She feels so exposed under your watchful stare; like everything about her is laid bare for your taking. It's a thrilling sensation, one that sends shivers down her spine and makes every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.

When you finally lower yourself between her legs, she gasps in pleasure as your hard length presses against her, still slick from their last encounter. She wants this; needs you inside her now. And as you slowly slide inside, her muscles clench greedily around your cock, milking it for all it's worth as they take you deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Her head thrashes back and forth on the bed, teeth gritted in determination not to scream out loud enough to wake the entire building. But she can't hold it in forever; her body aching for release as your powerful hips slam into hers again and again without mercy. It feels like you're claiming her all over again, branding her as yours in a way that no one else ever could. And with each passing second, she grows closer to the edge; closer to the moment when their bodies will meet in a frenzy of pleasure... pain... love.

Her eyes flutter closed and she bites down on her lip, fighting against the ur