Minutes later, the air in the bedroom was heavy, humid, and smelled of sex, sweat, and the sweet, cloying scent of spilled semen. Rex sat propped up against the headboard, his massive, muscular frame relaxed but still radiating a terrifying, predatory energy.
He looked like a king who had just finished a feast, satisfied but already hungry for more.
Amelia was draped across his lap, facing him in a position of total, unashamed submission. She wasn't just sitting; she was worshipping.
Her eyes were half-lidded, her expression one of pure, ecstatic devotion as she leaned in close, her tongue darting out to lick his earlobes with soft, rhythmic strokes.
"Master... oh, Master..." she whimpered against his skin, her breath hot and ragged. "The taste of you is everywhere... but it's not enough... It's never enough."
