They barely slept for the rest of the night.
It was nearly dawn before he finally agreed to rest.
'He wasn't like this before.'
'When it came to that, he was usually very restrained.'
'This time, however, it was like a wildfire—unstoppable once it started. His movements were much rougher than usual, wild and reckless, just like their first time.'
'She couldn't quite understand it.'
'For some reason, she felt an emptiness inside.'
'She had the lingering feeling that this time, she hadn't been entirely willing.'
"No rush," Ian Quincy said, leaning in to give her a peck on the cheek. "Cecilia, you're so beautiful." He added, sounding utterly satisfied, "Give me a son. I've thought it over; we really should have a child."
'I really ought to kick him,' Cecilia Adler thought. "I don't want a son."
"A daughter would be fine too. Actually, no, not a daughter. What if she ends up looking like me? We should have a son, one who looks like you."
