But he was relentless, switching between her breasts, marking her pale skin with dark red bruises that would last for days if she did not heal, which he naturally would given she would be in too much pain today.
Was he a monster who claimed to love his women yet made them feel pain? He didn't know, but he wanted to hear their voices loud and clear.
His free hand worked at the ties of her lower garments, pushing the wet silk aside to reveal more of her trembling form.
"You said you wanted power," he growled against her skin, his voice thick with lust. "You said you'd do anything to become strong. Well, this is what it takes."
His massive cock, already throbbing as if it would blast any moment, pressed against her through the thin barrier of her remaining clothing.
Even through the fabric, she could feel its intimidating size—thick as her wrist, the head already weeping with arousal.
