CHAPTER 16. THE DARKNESS THAT CLAIMS ME
ELODIE’S POV
In the next few minutes that pass, I am swallowed whole by the storm. My moans, my shivers, my broken gasps—all of them pour out of me raw and relentless, louder than I ever imagined I could be. The sounds ricochet off the walls, mingling with the wet, obscene chorus of slapping skin, smacking and pounding like relentless gunfire echoing through the room.
His movements are wicked, merciless, overwhelming. He grips me tightly, handling me as if I am no more than a toy, a vessel, something to be used. His waist drives forward with brutal force, his c**k slamming into me again and again, each thrust tearing me higher, deeper, until my body arches in a tight, unnatural bow. My back feels like it could snap at any second, yet still I ben
