The air in the dead of night was thick, like dark syrup that refused to dissolve. The only source of light in the room was a sliver of radiance leaking through the c***k of the door from the hallway. In that flickering glow, Caius’s movements possessed a violent, almost desperate intensity.
“It seems... this place hasn’t been entirely molded into that man’s shape yet.”
Caius muttered to himself, his voice as raspy as sandpaper grinding against coarse rock. He did not halt his suffocating assault. His scorching heat crashed through Selena’s soft, wet inner walls; every deep lunge felt as if he were trying to stuff his very soul into that warm valley. Under the fierce impact, the delicate lining was driven to a flush of rose, mingling with the churning fluids in a display of decadent, ruin
