The bedframe groaned, splintering under the relentless onslaught of Arkanos's thrusts, each one an intense force that drove Isode deeper into the abyss of pleasure.
Her body was a live wire, every nerve screaming as his monstrous length pistoned inside her, stretching her to the brink of ruin.
The wet, obscene slap of skin against skin filled the chamber, a primal symphony underscored by her broken moans and his snarls.
The chandelier above swayed, its prismatic light fracturing into wild, chaotic patterns that danced across their sweat-drenched bodies, as if the room itself were unraveling under the weight of their ferocity.
Isode's face was pressed into the linens, her cheek smeared with her own tears and the remnants of his earlier release, her violet eyes glassy with a mix of agony and ecstasy.
Her wrists, now free, clawed at the sheets, fingers shredding the fabric as she fought to anchor herself against the tidal wave of his dominance.
