Rosabella could do nothing but endure it, absorbing the impact, her voice nothing but incoherent sounds evoked from his beastly feats.

And she doesn't want him to stop. Don't want him to slow down. Don't want him to restrain himself with her. She wants all that he will give her.

His hands are strong, and his body is like steel, but when he hits her, she thinks that maybe it's what's inside him that weighs the most.

Charles is purifying his soul, and as scary as she thinks ...