Rex showed no sign of slowing down; if anything, the pace became more sadistic. He wasn't just fucking her anymore; he was claiming her territory.
His thrusts became shorter, harder, and more punishing, each one designed to shock Diana's system. Between the wet, meaty impacts of his pelvis against hers, Rex would lean down to claim her mouth in bruising kisses, his tongue invading her mouth with the same dominance he showed her body.
It was a full-body assault, a relentless claiming that left Diana gasping for air between her cries.
Theo watched through his tear-blurred vision, his mind spiraling into a dark place of protective fury.
'I would never treat her like this,' he thought, the words burning in his silent throat. 'I would cherish her... I would hold her with tenderness...'
'I wouldn't turn her into some... some object for my own release.'
