The violence of their coupling was breathtaking. Rex wasn't just fucking her; he was conquering her. Each thrust seemed to carry the weight of his entire being, driving Diana further into a state of ecstatic delirium.
Her moans had escalated into incoherent cries, a stream of vowels that spoke of pleasure so intense it bordered on agony.
"Nnngh... ahh... Rex... Rex... Rex..." she whimpered between screams, her voice breaking.
Theo felt a terrifying heat spreading through his own body. He should feel disgust, he should feel anger, but all he felt was a desperate, shameful fascination.
He couldn't tear his eye away from the spectacle of Diana's body being claimed, her screams echoing in his soul as he stood there in the dark, a silent witness to her beautiful, shameless destruction.
Through the narrow brass ring of the keyhole, Theo watched as the scene shifted from raw motion to something even more primal.
