It wasn’t until Giselle couldn’t take it anymore, tears of exhaustion spilling from the corners of her eyes as she repeatedly answered him, “No...” until he was finally satisfied.

Henry was unrestrained, as if trying to make up for the half-month of nights they had missed.

It was past four in the morning when silence finally settled over the villa.

Giselle’s throat was dry and hoarse, and she felt like a dying fish as she clung to Henry for support while they went ...