After the storm of their last climax subsided into a panting, exhausted haze, Rex didn't pull away. Instead, he shifted his weight, sitting upright against the headboard with his legs spread wide.
He hauled Iris up, bringing her body to rest on his lap, straddling him so that his massive cock remained buried deep within her slick, swollen heat. The position forced her to take his full weight, her thighs quivering from the hours of exertion.
Without warning, Rex reached up, cupping her face with both hands and crashing his lips against hers. The kiss was feral, not gentle or comforting, but a claiming.
Their tongues tangled desperately, tasting of salt and arousal, as Iris wrapped her arms around his thick neck, clinging to him like a lifeline in a storm.
"You were lonely, weren't you, Iris?" Rex murmured against her lips during a brief moment when they drew air.
