sist. She could only clutch the pillow, enduring his wild assault.His movements were aggressive, each one as if venting some pent-up rage. Her face was nearly soaked with tears, yet there wasn't a shr...ing him out, she waved her hands around randomly, trying to get rid of him and stop him from acting that way. He stopped moving, and she smiled, her brows relaxing, a sense of satisfaction in her expr...