-LILIAN-
The hours that followed my forced submission were a blur of agonizing intimacy. Alexander had taken me on the bed, on the chaise lounge, even pressed against the cold stone of the fireplace. His desire, fueled by his perceived victory, was insatiable. He devoured me with a relentless hunger, each thrust a claim, each kiss a brand of ownership.
My body, though ravaged by the ordeal, somehow found a perverse, almost detached, ability to respond. My moans, initially forced, became ragged gasps as my body, in its own desperate attempt at self-preservation, sought some release from the relentless pressure. A part of me, detached and cold, observed with a clinical eye, noting how to mimic pleasure, how to guide his movements, how to make him believe I was lost in the throes of passi
