Eva tried—gods, she tried. She clawed at her own limits, wanting to show him she wasn't a fragile doll, wasn't just his submissive plaything. But he was too big, too fast, his rhythm brutal and intoxicating. She choked on him, her throat convulsing, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.
She put her hands on his thighs, her nails lightly digging into the hard muscle as if to slow him down, to beg wordlessly for a little mercy. Her chest heaved, her hair clinging to her damp forehead, her lips red and swollen from his relentless pace. Alex barely flinched at her attempt to control the moment. Instead, he smacked her flushed cheeks with his free hand, the sting more taunting than punishing. His other hand wound tightly in her hair, keeping her in place, keeping her tethered to him. Her face was practically red, her eyes glassy when he finally pulled out of her mouth, the sudden emptiness making her gasp for air as though she had surfaced from drowning.
