The words were filthy.
The particular, dirty, possessive, evaluating words of a man who was commenting on a woman's body while using it. The kind of words that a nobleman should not say. The kind of words that a princess should not hear.
Dara's expression changed.
The particular, extreme, bitch-like, utterly shameless expression that appeared on Dara's face — the rolled eyes, the open mouth, the flushed cheeks, the tongue out, the particular, devastated, pornographic quality of a woman who had been fucked so many times that her face had learned the expression as a default.
"Lord Viktor," she moaned. "Please don't say that."
The contradiction — 'please don't say that' delivered while moaning, while bouncing, while riding his cock with the particular, enthusiastic, devoted rhythm of a woman who did not want him to stop — was devastating.
Evriana gasped.
