Rex watched the frantic, beautiful struggle in her eyes, the way she tried to maintain a shred of royal composure even as her body betrayed her with every wet, heavy lunge. He saw the conflict, the way she clenched her muscles in an attempt to "reject" him, and it only made his blood boil with a darker, more creative brand of cruelty.
He didn't just want to fuck her; he wanted to orchestrate a symphony of sensory overload that would leave her mind permanently fractured.
"You think this is the peak of your torment, Cassandra?!" Rex whispered, his voice dropping to a terrifying, calm register that made the hair on her arms stand up. "You think just being filled by me is enough to break a queen?!"
"You're still trying to hold on to your 'self.' Let's see how you handle it when your pleasure and your pain become indistinguishable."
