"I am... not... a liar!" she gasped, her voice breaking as a fresh wave of pleasure crested over her.
Her hips were moving faster now, driven by a biological imperative she could no longer suppress. She was riding the waves of his violence, her body finding a rhythm in the carnage. "It's just... the way you... ungh... the way you move... it's unnatural! It's... OH GOD!"
'Am I... feeling excited...?'
She was a wreck of contradictions, her mind clinging desperately to the tattered remains of her dignity, shouting denials into the empty air, while her body sang a loud, shameless anthem of pure, unadulterated lust for the man who was currently ravaging her.
'Am I losing my mind?' Mireya's consciousness was a flickering candle in a gale. 'Everything is moving too fast.'
'The world is just a sequence of impacts and heat.'
'Is this excitement? Or is it just the terror of being undone?'
'Perhaps... perhaps if I just pretend it's something else, it will pass.'
