The first night without Giovanni was infinitely harder than Rosalia could have ever imagined. To make matters worse, her body was aching with a deep, frustrated need. Giovanni had unlocked a hunger inside her that couldn't be easily put out.

Desperate for relief, she resorted to using a vibrator from her drawer. She closed her eyes, trying to imagine Giovanni’s touch, his dark voice in her ear, and his unrelenting pace drilling into her, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't reach an orgasm. Disgusted and frustrated, she threw the device across the room in anger.

All through the night, sleep came in fragile, restless waves. Every time...