She should have known that once she got in bed with him, he wouldn't let her off easily.
Though he didn't actively exhaust her completely, allowing her to rest after everytime she finished, he would end up taking her again when she had fully caught her breath, in the end she laid exhausted in his arms and slept all the way till morning.
When Anne woke up, she felt sore in certain places, but to her surprise a pleasant aroma drifted into her nose, as she fully opened her eyes, she sighted Andrew strolling into the bedroom carrying a tray of breakfast.
"Morning, Sweetheart." He greeted her with a devious smirk that reminded her of everything he did last night.
Tsk, she shouldn't just call him a giant tornado, he was a hurricane.
He dropped the breakfast at the coffee table then came over to her side of the bed, sitting by the edge.
Anne pushed herself to sit up and she shifted her hair which was sticking to her face.
"Do you still feel tired?" He asked, gentling his voice.
