In a state between sleep and wakefulness, Claudia Ross felt Wyatt Perry entering and leaving her body all night long.
She was so exhausted that she lacked the strength to push him away.
As dawn was breaking, Wyatt Perry, finally satiated, let Claudia Ross go.
Claudia Ross felt utterly limp, like a kitten, curled up in Wyatt Perry's embrace.
Wyatt Perry smiled with satisfaction, kissed her forehead, and then held her as he fell asleep.
In the morning, Claudia Ross woke up, and Wyatt Perry was still asleep.
He too was tired last night, his body utterly drained, desperately needing rest.
Claudia Ross wanted to sit up, but her lower back hurt, her legs cramped, and she simply couldn't sit up.
She turned her head to look at the sleeping Wyatt Perry, furious, and gave him a slap.
Damn Wyatt Perry, he was such a tormentor.
Last night, she even thought she might die at his hands.
Wyatt Perry blinked his eyes open, only to see Claudia Ross glaring at him with rage.
