But the real, agonizing torment was her own body.
Her swollen cunt clenched so incredibly hard her legs actually shook. The sensitive peaks of her nipples tightened painfully against the lace of her bra, clearly visibly pressing against the thin silk of her blouse. Her skin burned feverishly, remembering exactly how he'd folded her entirely in half, his massive hands pinning her knees back to her shoulders as he ruthlessly jackhammered her into the mattress, whispering darkly: You're taking it so incredibly well for a first-timer.
She was soaking wet. Now. Right in this very moment.
And she absolutely hated herself for it.
"You… You look completely fine," she finally managed to choke out. Her voice was barely above a shaky breath—entirely torn between trembling, genuine relief and raw, burning humiliation.
Cruxius tilted his handsome head very slightly, his golden eyes soft, highly knowing.
