Andrew let out two beast-like, heavy gasps. His consciousness hovered in a semi-comatose state, leaving his body entirely governed by its most primal instincts, meaning he had no idea what he was doing.

While he might have been unaware, Shiloh, pinned beneath him, felt everything with terrifying clarity.

She could not believe she was actually being intimate with Andrew, and it was already reaching its final stage. The man on top of her was like a wild animal, engaged in the unspeakable act. Her black dress was torn, clearly revealing the bloody scratches on her fair arms, thighs, and shoulders, leaving no doubt about what she had just endured.

That overwhelming force made Shiloh, despite being a martial emperor, feel as if she might be torn apart at any second.

"Bastard!" she gritted through her teeth, tears streaking from her eyes. She threw a palm strike straight at Andrew's forehead.

Yet, Andrew's reaction was unnaturally fast. He continued pounding her, but his hands cau