He now forced her to take a proper breakfast in the morning, rather than letting her, in her impatience, set off for the day after gulping down a cup of coffee and a bit of bread. He liked watching her eat, in any case; he liked the flashes of unguarded pleasure that crossed her face when she bit into something she liked. She otherwise was only ever so expressive in bed, or when she was breaking some poor devil’s bones.
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