Chapter 20 Aurora's Darkest Night

• The sound seemed to spur him on, his hips moving faster, the slap of his flesh against hers growing louder. Aurora felt her body betraying her once again, her walls tightening around him, the beginnings of an orgasm she never wanted building within her. She tried to focus on the pain, on the anger and the fear, but it was as if her body had a mind of its own, responding to his touch even as her mind screamed for it to stop.
• Damian's grip on her hair tightened even further, his other hand moving to grip her hip, his nails digging into her flesh as he drove into her harder. She could feel the tension in his body, his muscles coiled like a spring, ready to snap. And she knew that when he did, he would take her with him, claiming her completely in a way that she had never been claimed before.
• Aurora's moans grew louder, her body moving in a silent protest against his dominance. Yet with each slap of his hand, with each brutal thrust, she felt a strange thrill. It was as if her body was defying her, as if it was eager to give him what he wanted. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm she had never wanted, never asked for, but it was there, growing stronger with every second.