Chapter: 1703

Though his words dripped honey, his actions spoke of his lack of any intentions of stopping, deaf to her tearful pleas.

After two relentless hours in the bathroom, Cliff finally granted her respite, his sanity trickling back as he unwound the silk ribbons from her trembling form. He'd chosen genuine silk for its decadent softness, determined to preserve her delicate skin. Yet, her fragility, combined with his unbridled passion, had painted crimson ribbons across her flesh.

With reverent gentleness, Cliff pressed his lips to each tender mark before carrying her to the waiting bed.

Laney, believing the storm had passed, finally allowed her tears to flow freely.

Understanding her tendency toward tears, Cliff deftly brushed them away, murmuring, "Conserve your strength. We're far from finished.”