She is too familiar with the King; on many occasions, she would be unable to determine if the King's wolf was to blame for his monstrous behavior in bed or the King himself.
The rough d**k was smashing in and out of her, apparently unconcerned that he was damaging her vàgina. Olivia's groans would continue until she let out a full-on scream. The sheets rustled under their tumultuous ownership, and Spenser never seemed like he would tire of his position exactly over Olivia's head, clenching the linens above her head.
King Spenser achieved his peak and withdrew from Olivia, but the thrusts and Olivia's reverberating shouts remained.
"Hah!" She exhaled sharply, her relief at being released from the King's harsh fixation clear in her voice.
She felt like her vàgina had been in jail for a v
