Rex shifted his weight forward, his massive frame pinning Iris completely against the mattress. He pressed down with his chest, using his full body weight to immobilize her, making her feel utterly trapped beneath his heat.
His hips continued their relentless work, the wet sounds of their coupling filling the space between them: squelch, schlick, and slap, where each impact sent vibrations through both their bodies.
"Hey," Rex murmured, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that felt dangerously intimate against her ear. "How long have you actually been going out with Veylor?"
Iris's head thrashed against the pillow as a particularly deep thrust made her spine arch. "Nnngh... ahh!"
She tried to focus, to answer, but the pleasure and pain were a constant storm.
"It's... it's been long," she managed to choke out between ragged gasps. "About... years... I can't even... ahhh!... remember exactly how many years have passed..."
