Merope breathing in and out in slow rhythmic breathing, she groaned and leaned into his touch. He had no idea how appreciative she was, how unstrained her form was, how loosened her arms. Underneath his palm, he could feel her body begin to shiver, quiver beneath his warm, trusting touch in the vicinity of his inviolable, tranquil voice.
"I'm sorry, Jonathan.." Merope moved her hand to feel her heart, how it beat weakly beneath his hand. For some reason, she felt like a hand over her heart was a much powerful gesture; she felt like he could feel her appreciation by how soft it pounded. The more his tranquil, dull voice resonated in her eardrum, she became calmer and more submissive as she had been before.
If Jonathan believed she was going to sleep alone, it wasn't going to happen.