Chapter 1:
He took pains/care to ensure that the door was locked, seating her on the table and keeping one hand
braced behind her back, stripping/divesting her, none too quickly.
He twisted her/the child's arm behind her back, dislocating it and twisting it within its confines in his over-eagerness and zeal.
His thrusts grew more frantic/the bucking of his hips grew more frantic/The speed of his thrusts increased.
She jerked/twitched and spasmed over the tabletop underneath his hand, well in the aftermath, as he attempted to steady his breathing and reveled in the/as he reveled in the ephemeral ecstasy.
He was still breathing heavily (no matter how hard he tried to keep the sounds to a minimum), one hand gripping the tabletop and fingers pinching it for all it was worth, quivering and trembling.
The ecstasy, no matter how illusory.
