The heavy, musk scented silence of the carriage was broken only by the sound of their synchronized, ragged breathing. Rex finally pulled back, the wet, squelching sound of his withdrawal echoing in the small space.
He leaned back into the plush leather of the carriage seat, his chest heaving, his eyes hooded with a dark, satisfied arrogance. "We still have a lot of time... I can tell they're still fighting some monsters and can't go back here because there's too many of them."
After that, he didn't have to say a word. He didn't have to command her.
Elizabeth, still glowing with the heat of her climax and the lingering sensation of being filled, moved with a fluid, instinctive grace. She knew her role now.
She had transitioned from the poised scholar to the devoted, lust driven woman who lived for his pleasure. 'I have to become the slut that made Rex proud to brag...'
