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I had to be careful. If I let my control slip at that moment, I would make her feel what I felt. I would shove my c*ck so far down her throat that she would be fearful her next breath would not come. It would only be fitting seen as that was how I had felt, when I had come back and checked all the rooms in a panic and found them empty because they confirmed my fear. I had sensed she had not been there when I first walked in. I couldn't feel her close through our bond , the bond that only seemed to work when we were close by each other. I had felt fear like I had then never had I felt in my life, and I had found it hard to gasp air into my lungs as an unhinged frenzy had started to take over my body. So, if I did lose control and made her feel that desperation for air , that constricting