Chapter 1383

He became unusually gentle as though attempting to overwhelm her within the whirlpool he had created. Then things got a little out of control. Stella only knew that she was crying and screaming in the latter part of the night, yet Weston showed no mercy. The gentleness earlier seemed to be a pretense to the true nature that he was displaying. The rumbling inside the room continued almost until the early morning before it slowed down. But not long after, in the morning, the torture of tossing and turning happened again. She was unable to make a sound by the end, her throat was dry and itchy, and she was wet, not knowing whether it was sweat or something else. She slept until the next afternoon before showing signs of waking up. But when she opened her eyes, a wave of fatigue immediately swept over her, and went back to sleep. Weston woke up before her and lay beside her, tracing her face softly. His love-filled fingers touched her skin, inching southward little by little. Bu