"Please, Alex, you can always do this some other time. I'm not fully recovered," I pleaded, looking him in the eyes, my arms clutching his.
"I'm your husband, and I get whatever I want, however I want it," he blazed, dragging at my neck. His arms dug deep into my skin, forcing a sharp groan from my lips.
"You can't stop me from having you. It's been two long months already. You don't need a million more years to recover."
His fierce breath fell over my face as his lips took mine in a sharp, hungry manner, his tongue trailing along every corner of my resistant lips.
I closed my eyes, and tears welled down my cheeks, my heart shredding over and over at the beast I called a husband.
"Please, Alex, stop. You're hurting me," I pleaded amidst my sobs.
But he never listened. He never stopped. His arms trailed over my skin in a more rough, ruthless manner, sending pulsating pain through my body.
