Chapter 505: 505. Alexander Didn’t Suspect A Thing That His Fiance Was Pounded!**

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.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, growing louder, then stopping right outside the door.

"Elizabeth? Are you in here?" Alexander’s voice called out, sounding slightly puzzled. "I thought I saw you heading toward the West Wing."

"Agh...! The lights are a bit dim in here..."

Elizabeth froze. Her heart didn’t just race; it felt like it was trying to leap out of her throat.

She stood there, braced against the wall, her legs still wrapped instinctively around the invisible presence of Rex behind her. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen from their kissing, and her chest was heaving with the effort of suppressed gasps.

"E-Elizabeth?" Alexander’s voice was closer now, right at the door. "Are you alright, sugarplum?"

"You didn’t answer me in the hall."

’Oh gods... oh gods! He’s right there!’

’He’s going to open the door! My heart is going to burst!’

’And Rex... he’s still inside me! He’s still fucking me right now!’

’If he opens that door and sees me standing here like this, breathing like a marathon runner... he’ll know! He’ll know everything!’

As the door handle began to creak, Rex leaned forward from the shadows, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. The sensation of him still being inside her, moving with those slow, agonizingly deep thrusts, sent a fresh wave of heat through her.

"Talk to him," Rex whispered, his voice a vibration that she felt deep in her core. "Don’t let him suspect a thing."

"Talk to him like everything is normal... while I finish what we started."

The door swung open a crack, letting a shaft of light cut across the floor. Alexander stepped in, peering into the dim room.

"Elizabeth? Is that you?"

Elizabeth forced her muscles to relax, though she was trembling so violently she thought she might collapse. She turned her head toward the door, her face a mask of forced, scholarly composure, even as her eyes were wide with terror.

"Yes, Alexander!" she called out, her voice cracking slightly before she steadied it. "I... I was just... organizing some of the older scrolls."

"The dust in here is quite... heavy. It caught me off guard."

"And please don’t come closer... you’re going to make the dust fly over... j-just stay there..." Elizabeth giggled while trying to hold the moan.

Behind her, Rex let out a slow, silent thrust, his cock hitting her sweet spot with devastating precision. Elizabeth’s eyes squeezed shut for a fraction of a second, a tiny, muffled ’ngh’ escaping her lips, which she quickly disguised as a cough.

"Ah, of course," Alexander said, stepping further into the room, his eyes scanning the shadows. "Don’t let me disturb your studies."

"I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t fallen asleep among the parchments."

"Not at all," Elizabeth managed, her hands gripping the edge of a nearby desk to keep her legs from buckling as Rex continued his silent, relentless assault from the darkness. "I’ll be out in a moment."

"Very well. Don’t be long," Alexander said, turning to leave.

As the door began to swing shut, Rex let out a low, triumphant breath, his eyes gleaming in the dark. He had done it.

He had played her fiancé like a fine instrument, all while claiming his prize in the most sacrilegious way possible.

The door hadn’t even fully latched before Alexander’s voice drifted back in, his tone softening into that familiar, adoring warmth that always made Elizabeth feel a pang of guilt. He hadn’t left the doorway entirely; he was lingering, his silhouette framed by the light of the hall.

"And sugarplum?" he called out, his voice brimming with a sweetness that felt almost overwhelming in the heavy, lust-filled air of the classroom. "Don’t push yourself too hard with those archives."

"Only three more days of this intense research, and then you can finally come back to me."

"We can leave the Academy behind for a while, just the two of us."

"I can’t wait to have you all to myself again, without the books and all the work that is constantly pulling you away."

Three days... he’s counting the days until we can be together... while he’s standing mere feet away from me, being absolutely ravaged by another man!’

’Oh gods, the irony is killing me!’

’He’s giving affection to the woman he thinks is sitting quietly by a desk, while the real woman is currently being driven into the wall by a beast!’

As Alexander continued to ramble about their upcoming weekend, his words a testament to his devotion, Rex decided that the "quiet" part of the game was officially over. He was done with the teasing.

He was done with the slow, careful movements. He wanted to feel her break.

With a sudden, violent surge of strength, Rex gripped her hips with his massive hands, his fingers digging into her flesh, and began to fuck her with a brutal, unbridled ferocity. He wasn’t just thrusting; he was slamming into her, his pelvis hitting her backside with a heavy, rhythmic thud that was muffled only by the thick stone of the wall and the heavy drapes.

"You’re so beautiful, Elizabeth," Alexander’s voice continued, oblivious, sounding like a man lost in a dream. "Sometimes I just look at you and wonder how a man like me ended up with a goddess like you."

Alexander smiled. "You’re my everything."

"Mmm... yes... Alexander..." Elizabeth managed to choke out a strained, breathless smile plastered on her face.

She nodded rhythmically, a motion that served the dual purpose of appearing as if she were simply lost in thought and helping her body absorb the jarring impact of Rex’s thrusts.

Every time Rex hit her deepest point, a silent scream tore through her throat. She bit her lower lip so hard she could taste the copper of blood, using the pain to anchor herself and keep the moans from escaping.

The wall acted as a perfect shield, absorbing the vibration of their union, and the heavy curtains obscured the frantic movement of her body. To Alexander, standing in the light of the hallway, she was just a silhouette of a woman, a dedicated scholar nodding to his affection.

But behind her, in the darkness, it was a war zone of pleasure. Rex was relentless.

He was driving into her with a primal hunger, his breath coming in hot, jagged gasps against her neck. He was badmouthing her in a low, guttural whisper that only she could hear, his words a delicious contrast to Alexander’s poetic devotion.

"Listen to him..." Rex hissed, his voice a dark caress as he delivered a particularly punishing lunge. "Listen to the fool professing his love... while you’re being absolutely destroyed by me."

"You’re a liar, Elizabeth... A beautiful, sweating, trembling liar... And you love it," Rex grinned. "You love that he has no idea how much you’re craving this!"

"Ah... hnnn..." Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back in her head.

She felt like she was being split in two, the sheer intensity of Rex’s power threatening to shatter her composure entirely. She nodded again, a frantic, jerky motion, her eyes watering from the sheer sensory overload.

"I’ll see you at dinner, my love," Alexander said, his voice fading as he finally began to walk away, his footsteps retreating down the hall.

The moment his footsteps vanished, the tension in Elizabeth’s body snapped. As Alexander’s shadow disappeared, Rex let out a low, triumphant growl and increased his pace to a blurring, frantic speed.

"He’s gone!" Rex whispered, his voice thick with impending release. "Now, let’s see how loud you can actually be!"

He gripped her hips so hard his knuckles turned white, his fingers bruising her tan skin as he began to hammer into her with a brutal, rhythmic violence. There was no more finesse, no more careful pacing to keep her quiet.

He was slamming his pelvis against her backside with a heavy, wet, slap-thud that echoed in the small, shadowed corner of the room.

"That was too close, wasn’t it?" Rex growled, his voice a dark, vibrating rasp against her ear, stripped of all pretense. "The great, noble Alexander... walking away with a smile on his face, thinking he’s the luckiest man alive."

"He didn’t even suspect a thing."

"He didn’t even try to look behind you, did he?"

"He didn’t even wonder why his ’perfect’ fiancée was trembling like a leaf or why the air in the room felt so heavy with lust."

"It’s proof that he’s fucking stupid!"