'How?'
'How was that even possible?'
Vivienne looked up at Helena's face, searching for... what? Pain? Regret? Some sign that this was agony disguised as pleasure?
But Helena was already looking back at her.
Their eyes locked.
And Helena smiled... breathless, wrecked, triumphant.
"So big... isn't it?" Helena panted, her voice thick with satisfaction and something darker. Crueler.
Vivienne's throat worked, her mouth dry, her mind struggling to form words.
And then... unconsciously, helplessly... she nodded.
A small, jerky movement of her head.
Admission.
Acknowledgment.
Defeat.
Helena's smile widened, her eyes glittering with drugged superiority.
"He' so... good..." Helena moaned, her voice pitching higher, breaking into something almost musical as Alex angled his hips and began hitting that deep spot again and again and again. "He's... ah! ...he's better than anything... oh God... anything we've ever had!"
She laughed... manic, breathless, utterly unhinged.
