His need was so intense that he couldn't bear to pull out of her body. Slowly caressing her and watching her, he became lively again, pressing down on her and wanting it once more.
Both were sweaty, and the bed was hot and damp, making them uncomfortable. He carried her to the bathroom to wash off, and only after drying her off did they return to bed.
"Are you still scared? Are you ready to sleep?" Capone leaned against the headboard, lit a cigarette, and pulled the blanket over her.
He could tell she was already very tired, but her large eyes were still wide open. Was her insomnia really this severe? Did consuming so much energy not make her fall asleep?
"If you don't want to sleep, I'll just have to do it again. You'll get tired eventually!" He didn't believe her stamina was better than his.
In the past, when he asked her for it, she was so exhausted she didn't want to move and would fall asleep with just a few blinks.