"Scream," Taiju’s voice cuts through the air, rough and commanding as he looms over you. "Let the neighbors know my name." There’s a challenge in his eyes, daring you to give him what he wants. He doesn’t just want to hear you say it—he wants to make sure everyone around knows exactly who you’re with, who’s making you feel this way.

His hands are firm as they grip your hips, pulling you closer to him as he moves with a relentless intensity. Every thrust, every touch, is designed to push you closer to that edge, to make you cry out loud enough for the whole world to hear. "Scream for me," he demands again, his voice thick with a mix of lust and authority.