Victoria had no voice left.
"UGH…! HNNNGH…! OUGH…!" All that came out of her were sounds she didn't even recognize. Heavy, guttural, almost animalistic grunts that vibrated in her throat with every brutal thrust from Nash.
In a still vaguely lucid corner of her mind, she wondered if it was really her making those noises.
Is that me? Am I really the one grunting like an animal?
She was folded in half under him, her legs pulled up to her shoulders in a merciless mating press. Nash was fucking her like a force of nature, his massive body crushing hers into the mattress. Every thrust was deep, heavy, and made the headboard slam violently against the wall.
And yet… she felt no pain.
Only pleasure. Inhuman pleasure. Almost unbearable pleasure.
