Anna was having a miserable time trying to walk. No matter how many deep breaths she took or how stubbornly she tried to bear the pain, her legs refused to cooperate. Every step sent a jolt up her spine until she finally cursed the man responsible for her current condition.
"I swear on my food, if I wasn't in pain, I would've beaten the shit out of you, Daniel," she growled.
Daniel didn't argue. He just sat beside her, calmly feeding her breakfast he'd ordered. But even she couldn't miss the slight tremor in the hand holding the spoon.
Good. He should be trembling.
He knew he'd overdone it last night. He knew he should've slowed down, should've stopped at the second or third time she fell apart in his arms. Guilt gnawed at him now, so much so that he wished he could turn back time and spare her at least a few of those earth-shattering orgasms.
