Chapter 75 The Carriage And The Woman

• When Diana came to her proper senses as her heat came to a complete stop, the process was painfully gradual. Slowly but surely, the fragmented memories of her desperate pleas to Alistair came back to her.
• And as shattered and as blurry as most of them were, all thanks to the sheer force of her heat, it was enough to paint the picture of what she had done.
• So even though the reels of her memories were incomplete and far from vivid, it was without reasonable doubt that she had begged to be fucked and knotted like a pathetic harlot.