God the feeling of his cock rubbing against her wet, swollen labia was amazing, and she moaned, her hips yearning upwards in need.

Then his hand went around her throat, and she swallowed, her heartrate ticking up, her pulse fluttering against his hand. She was so vulnerable, at the mercy of this dangerous man. It was terrifying.

And extremely hot.

He squeezed, and she made a small, desperate sound.

"Hyperventilation," she said, a slight rasp audible in her voice. "Reduces the flow of blood to the brain." She smiled faintly. "Just like your hand."