Emilia’s POV

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t do anything except feel him.

Maximus was inside me again, deeper than should’ve been possible, and the stretch burned so good I saw white behind my eyelids. He had my knees pinned to my chest, my body folded in half beneath him, and every brutal thrust slammed the air from my lungs in a broken scream.

“Harder,” I heard myself beg, voice wrecked. “Please, Maximus—harder—”

He snarled, hips snapping forward so violently the headboard cracked against the wall. Skin slapped against skin, loud and wet, his fat cock driving into me like he wanted to split me open. My pussy fluttered around...