Valentina's face was a ruin of degradation. Her lips were swollen and split, crimson blood trickling from the corner of her mouth where Rex's teeth had torn through.
Her eyes were rolled back slightly, unfocused and glazed with a terrifying cocktail of pain and overstimulation. Her hair was matted with sweat and semen, plastered to her forehead like a crown of shame.
'I lost it...' she thought, the words drifting through her mind like smoke. 'I've lost all ability to think.'
'My brain... it's dissolving.'
'There is no Valentina anymore...'
'There is only this sensation... This endless, crushing sensation.'
Rex sensed her withdrawal, her mental retreat, and it ignited something feral in his chest. He pulled away from the kiss abruptly, leaving her gasping for air, her mouth hanging open in a silent plea.
"Who were you comparing me to, huh?!" Rex roared, his voice echoing off the tiles like a crack of lightning. "You think some pathetic little husband can measure up to this?!"
