Rosalynn's clothes lay discarded across the floor, her body bare, succumbing to his unrestrained advances.

Today, Brian was relentless, a wild intensity marking his desire.

Her uncontrolled cries seemed only to spur him on, to deepen his desperation.

She understood that this was his way of venting his frustrations.

Rosalynn bore the discomfort, allowing him his release. When it became unbearable, she pleaded in a low voice, which only seemed to incite his ferocity.