"Rex... ah!... please!" Elizabeth sobbed, her head thumping rhythmically against the wall as he drove her forward.
The pleasure was so sharp, so violent, that it felt less like ecstasy and more like a delicious form of torture. "He was... ngh!... so close..."
"He's a blind fool!" Rex barked a laugh, a harsh, mocking sound that was swallowed by the heavy drapes.
He delivered a massive, soul-shattering thrust that forced a choked cry from her lungs. "He looks at you and sees a saint!"
"He sees a scholar... He sees a woman worthy of his precious, boring love... but he doesn't see the truth!"
"He doesn't see the woman who's currently being absolutely ruined in a dusty corner by a man who actually knows how to handle her!"
He leaned his weight into her, pinning her more firmly against the stone wall, using her own body to brace himself as he increased the tempo to a frenzied, punishing speed.
