The air in the guest room was no longer cool; it was a thick, sweltering haze of musk, sweat, and the rhythmic, violent percussion of flesh striking flesh. The silence of the house had been utterly obliterated, replaced by the primal, unbridled soundtrack of Rex's conquest.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
The sound of his massive hips colliding with hers was brutal, a heavy, wet slapping noise that echoed off the walls like a heartbeat. Rex was a force of nature, his movements devoid of gentleness, driven by a dark, tectonic hunger that seemed to stem from the very core of his being.
He wasn't just fucking her; he was claiming her, driving himself into her with a ferocity that felt as though he were trying to reach her very soul through the sheer force of his impact.
"Ah! Ahhh! Rex... Rex, please!" Elizabeth's voice was a shattered thing, a series of high-pitched, melodic screams that broke into breathless, desperate moans.
