Chapter 72

• His words sank into me, and before I could even draw a breath, he thrust forward. The table groaned beneath us, wood protesting under his strength as he drove into me—harder, deeper, as if the two rounds before had been nothing but a prelude. My scream split the air, raw and hoarse, but it melted into a moan, shameless and broken.
• My cunt stretched around him, walls spasming to take his monstrous cock again. Pain and ecstasy fused, spilling down my thighs, dripping onto the polished table beneath us. His claws dug into the wood beside my head, leaving deep gouges, anchoring himself as his hips slammed against me, relentless.
• Every thrust rattled through me, my body jerking helplessly, breasts bouncing, nipples hard and aching. I clawed at his shoulders, his arms, his chest, leaving bloody scratches, but he didn’t stop. He only growled—a sound that vibrated straight through my bones—like my desperate marks fueled him.