Her stubbornness and obstinacy only led to more violent behavior from him. She felt herself being tossed high into the air, then slowly descending, as splashes continually hit the walls and her body, fragmented sounds floating through the bathroom.
"Stop... ah... stop... come to a halt..."
Finally, she broke down in tears, crying out and begging for mercy.
A mischievous laugh rang near her ear as she softly lay on his chest, gasping for breath, having lost all strength.
Anjue wrapped her limp body in a robe and carried her out of the bathroom, placing her gently on the bed.
She was worn out from Anjue's antics, unwilling to move once she touched the bed, only wrapping herself tightly in the quilt, tear stains still glistening at the corners of her eyes.
Having been ravished with passion, she now appeared languid, her rosy face and petite fragile demeanor making one wish to pounce on her and ravage her.
Yet he knew, she couldn't endure it again.
