Blushing, she traced her slender fingers along his chest, softly urging him, "Please, get up! Your waist is wounded."

Harold's eyes held a deep intensity, brimming with a mix of desire and aggression.

Feeling his intense gaze, she couldn't help but tremble in response.

The atmosphere quickly turned intimate, and their passion consumed them. Hours passed as Harold's fervor showed no sign of abating, until they finally succumbed to exhaustion. Panting softly, Cecilia nestled in his arms, her demeanor shifting to that of a shy and spoiled child.

“What has gotten over you today?”