"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!" Her screams became a rapid-fire staccato, her body jerking in time with his punishing, relentless strikes.
Her eyes were wide, staring at nothing, her tongue twitching, her entire being focused on the singular, overwhelming point of contact.
The air in the room felt electric, charged with the sheer, unbridled ferocity of their union. The sound of their passion was a deafening roar in the quiet of the night, a primal symphony of breaking, building, and becoming.
"Now!" Rex roared, the word a command to the universe itself.
As he delivered a final, earth-shattering thrust, Elizabeth's scream reached a pitch that felt as though it might shatter the windows, a long, melodic, and utterly broken cry of pure, transcendental ruin.
The storm had not fully passed; it had merely settled into a heavy, rhythmic simmer. Rex sat in the large, high-backed leather chair in the corner of the room, his massive frame looking like a dark throne.
