A White Lie
Harriet finished her bath that night at half past eleven. She felt her waist and realized that Liam might've never truly let himself go in seeking pleasure in their sex. That was why their intimate session always ended up with Liam begging for more.
Maybe, it was not that he purposefully held himself. Perhaps it was because he instinctively knew that Harriet was not his mate and he shouldn't be harsh to her.
Or, it was just because the man had become even stronger now that his libido became harder to satiate.
In contrast with now, after they were connected, Harriet found it easier for Liam to reach his climax. It was the same case for her. There was almost no pain, and even if there was, it was the kind of pain she wanted to feel more because of the rewarding pleasure afterward.