"I... I..." Valentina's voice broke. Her hips jerked spasmodically as a wave of climax tore through her, a violent, convulsive release that left her shaking uncontrollably.
"I belong to you," she finally sobbed, the words torn from her throat as she collapsed into the pillows, spent and broken.
Rex didn't stop. He couldn't.
He drove through her climax, pushing her past the point of exhaustion, past the point of pain, until she was nothing but a vessel for his relentless, punishing need. The room smelled of sweat, spilled wine, and the metallic tang of blood where his nails had scored her skin.
The only sounds were the wet, thunderous impacts of his body against hers and the broken, incoherent whimpering of a woman who had finally, utterly lost herself to the storm.
