The tempo in the guest room shifted from desperate exploration to raw, unbridled violence. Rex stopped holding back, his movements transforming from controlled thrusts into powerful, piston-like drives that threatened to lift Diana clean off the mattress with every impact.
The sound in the room became primal: the wet, heavy slap of his pelvis hitting hers; the rhythmic creaking of the bedframe under the strain; and the constant, squelching noise of their joined bodies.
Rex's face was split by a dark, triumphant grin. He wasn't panting or struggling; he looked like a king presiding over a conquest.
"Fuck, Diana," he growled between teeth, his voice rough with satisfaction. "It's been way too long since I fucked you like this."
He drove into her again, harder this time, making her back arch involuntarily.
