The hallway outside the bridal suite was dimly lit by flickering wall sconces, shadows writhing across the stone like living things.
Catherine's back slammed against the cold wall as Aiden pinned her there, one fist twisted tight in her golden hair, yanking her head back until her throat was bared and her spine arched in a perfect, obscene bow.
His cock—thick, brutally veined, impossibly hard—drove into her from behind with savage, punishing thrusts. Each impact jolted through her body, making her huge breasts smash against the rough stone, nipples scraping raw through the shredded remnants of her gown.
*SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!* The wet, filthy sounds of flesh on flesh ricocheted down the corridor, louder than any decency should allow. Catherine's moans turned into raw, guttural screams. "AHHHH! AIDEN—FUCK—DEEPER! AHHHHH! Tear me apart!" Her voice cracked on every high note, echoing like she was trying to wake the entire estate.
