Of course, that night was a sleepless one for Sigourney.

As if venting his frustration, Theodore's movements during their intimacy were rougher than usual-

and lasted far longer than usual.

Whether it was midnight,

or close to dawn,

Sigourney couldn't tell anymore.

But by the time she was completely exhausted,

limp and drained,

her body slumped weakly against Theodore's shoulder, too tired to even move,

he still showed no sign of stopping,

driven by a burning energy that seemed endless.

She ...