Rex pulled back for a momentary reprieve, his chest heaving in synchronized rhythm with Diana's ragged gasps. He loomed over her like a predator surveying its prize, a dark, satisfied smirk spreading across his features.
He looked down at Diana, and what he saw made his blood burn with renewed hunger.
Her face was completely undone, utterly wrecked by the onslaught of pleasure. Her eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites, and her mouth hung slack, her tongue lolling uselessly over her lower lip.
She looked mindless, stripped of every ounce of dignity she possessed as a warrior, reduced to nothing more than a vessel for the sensation he was providing. To Rex, that expression was better than any trophy; it was the face of someone who had been completely conquered, a face that screamed her total submission to his cock.
It was nasty, raw, and beautiful in its degradation.
