"Is this the 'work' the Academy expects of you? Being pounded into the dirt by your master?"
"Yes! Yes! God, yes!" she wailed, her tongue lolling out, her eyes rolled so far back they were nearly invisible.
Her face was a mask of beautiful, depraved madness. "Ruin me! Ahhh! Fill me! Haaah... haaaah... Make me yours! Make me carry it!"
She wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. The lie was dead, buried under the weight of his lust.
She leaned into the ruin, her hips bucking upward to meet every brutal, earth-shaking thrust, her entire being focused on the sensation of him filling her, stretching her, and claiming her.
Rex felt the crescendo approaching, a tidal wave of heat and pressure that threatened to shatter his very soul. He gripped her thighs, pulling them even wider, exposing her completely to his onslaught.
"Then take it!" he commanded, his voice breaking into a roar. "Take everything!"
