Before Elizabeth could even process the sudden change in his tension, Rex moved with the calculated speed of a predator. He didn't pull out; he couldn't bear to lose the connection, but he shifted his weight, sliding her down his body so she was braced against the wall in the darkest corner of the room.
He stepped back into the deep shadows of a large, heavy curtain near the window, positioning himself so that from the outside, the window would only show Elizabeth's flushed, disheveled face and her trembling shoulders, but his own massive, moving form would be completely obscured by the darkness and the fabric.
"Rex? What are you—?" Elizabeth started to whisper, her voice thick with confusion and lingering arousal.
"Quiet," he commanded, his voice a ghost of a sound.
He pressed himself back against her from behind, his cock still buried deep inside her, maintaining the rhythm but with much more controlled, shallow strokes to avoid making too much noise.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
