BOOK 3: Chapter 53: Possessed
Good f*****g Lord.
The only thing either of them can hear now is the relentless, obscene sound of skin against skin—wet, rhythmic, brutal. It echoes through the room like a drumbeat, wild and unrepentant, as he thrusts harder, faster, his hands gripping her like he’s afraid she’ll disappear.
He holds her tightly, her body flush against his. One hand squeezes her breasts relentlessly, the other twisting her n*****s with a desperate sort of hunger. Every motion is rough, purposeful, laced with something far beyond lust. Something dark. Something unholy.
And she is far gone.
Whatever she was before has been hollowed out—scooped clean and replaced by something else entirely. Her head lolls back against his chest, her eyes rolled upward, exposing only the whit
