He thrusts his finger in and out of you roughly, taking your moans as encouragement. "You want me to fuck you?" he whispers against your skin. "Tell me." Your moans only get louder now as he continues to use his hand to bring you closer and closer to orgasm.

"Fuck... yes..." you manage to gasp out, feeling the pleasure washing over you like a wave. Your body tenses and you cry out loudly as your orgasm crashes down upon you, tightening around his fingers.

He freezes, his eyes narrowing slightly at the sudden change in your tone. His face screws up in disappointment, but he quickly recovers, pulling his hand free from your pants and smoothing his fingers over the fabric of your shirt once more. "Sorry," he says quietly, looking at you with a mix of guilt and longing on his face.

You try to step back, away from him, but he catches your arm, holding you there for a moment before releasing you completely. "Maybe we should just forget this ever happened," he suggests softly, his voice tinged with regret.

As Azarius holds her hands above her head, he leans in closer, their faces only inches apart. "I need your answer," he whispers urgently, his breath hot against her lips. "Do you still love me?" His eyes are pleading for her to say yes, but there's an undeniable hint of desperation in them as well.

Celia feels a mixture of fear and anger rising within her. This isn't the Azarius she fell in love with; this is someone completely different.

As soon as Celia says "I don't know," a dark look crosses Azarius's face. His grip on her hands tightens, and his body tenses with anger. He pulls her close to him roughly, pinning her against the table. "You don't trust me?" he snarls, his voice thick with rage. "After everything we had together?"

Celia tries to struggle free, but it's no use; Azarius is much stronger than her and seems to have completely lost control.