Aveline clung to the pillow as if it were the only solid object left in a world that had dissolved into pure sensation. Her hips were suspended unnaturally high, hooked upward by Mike's iron grip as he manipulated her body to maximize every inch of his penetration.
She was completely exposed, her ass splayed open and vulnerable to his relentless assault, each thrust visible shockwaves through her thighs.
Her mind was a storm of conflicting impulses. Mike's venomous words about her failed husband and her disappointing son still echoed in her skull, but they were being drowned out by the terrifyingly erotic implication of his next threat: getting pregnant with his child.
The idea of being claimed so thoroughly by this dominant, unstoppable force sent a perverse shiver of arousal straight to her core. It was a primal, terrifying invitation to surrender her entire identity to him.
