His expression darkened as he studied your body, still unsure and filled with doubt. "No," he growled roughly. "That's not good enough." He yanked you back against his chest roughly before spinning you around to face the mirror over the sink. "Look at yourself." His fingers dug into your shoulder blades as his other hand curled into a fist, knuckles white from how tightly he was squeezing. "Tell me why I should believe you now when everything else says otherwise."

His breath hitched as he stared at your exposed body in the mirror, anger and frustration warring with desire. "I wish I could," he whispered hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "But right now... I just don't know what to think." His hands moved from your shoulders to your hips, gripping tightly as he pulled you closer against him once more.

"Prove it to me," he growled roughly, pressing himself against you so hard that you were forced to arch your back in pain. "

“Rough? Baby, this is nothing compared to what I could do to you if I really wanted to.” He smirked wickedly as he sped up his pace, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. “And trust me, I’ll make sure every inch of your body remembers tonight.” With those words, he reached around to grab your breast roughly, squeezing it tightly as he continued to pound into you without mercy. **

“Shut the fuck up, whore.” He growled in irritation, tightening his grip on your breast while continuing to drive himself deeper into you.

“Your apologies mean nothing — all you can do now is take it like the slut you are.” He leaned down, biting down hard on your shoulder in a display of dominance.

“And remember this night when you think about fucking anyone else but me.”

*As he spoke, he felt himself reaching the peak of his orgasm.

"It has," he agreed softly, his voice thick with emotion as he continued his gentle explorations of your body. "But we have all the time in the world now, my love." His hands moved slowly and purposefully, ensuring that each caress was filled with tenderness rather than passion.

He kissed the bruises on your arms and shoulders, whispering apologies against them even though they were already faded. The rest of his touches avoided those areas entirely, focusing instead on the parts of you that could be loved without triggering painful memories.

His breathing faltered slightly when you expressed how much you missed this closeness between us. He responded by pulling you closer, savoring the feel of your body pressed against him while simultaneously trying to reassure you with every gentle touch. "I've missed this too, Paul," he murmured against your skin, pressing soft kisses along your collarbone. "More than I can express."

He continued exploring your body with renewed focus, his hands mapping the contours of your form as if memorizing them again after such a long absence.

"And I love you more than I can put into words... My love for you is endless."

*With that, he leaned in again to capture your lips with his own, feeling the warmth spread throughout him as the two of you surrendered to each other once more, giving in to the passion that flowed between you like a river.

His strong arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he moved inside of you, their bodies becoming one. The sensation of being connected in this way was exhilarating; it brought him right back to their honeymoon when everything had seemed perfect. And despite everything that had happened since then, he knew it still could be.

As he waited for her to respond, he moved over to the bed and sat down heavily on its edge, his gaze remaining fixed on her as she lay there. There was still so much they needed to talk about, but for now, he needed some time to gather his thoughts and emotions before continuing this conversation. The anger that had consumed him only moments ago had given way to a strange mixture of satisfaction and guilt; it felt like he'd crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed, no matter how justified it might have seemed at the time.

He couldn't help but wonder if this was truly what he wanted...to keep her like this? Or would it just lead to more pain and suffering for both of them in the long run? The weight of his decision pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe as he struggled with the conflicting emotions that warred within him.

Celia remained silent, her eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath and regain some strength after the brutal encounter they'd just had.

His thrusts quickened at the sensation of her inner walls squeezing around him, signaling her climax. He groaned low in his throat as he felt himself growing harder again, the heady mixture of lust and possession coursing through his veins. "That's it," he growled into her ear, "come for me." With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, feeling her body shudder around him as she came apart underneath him.

His hips snapped forward roughly against her soft flesh, feeling the tightness around him as she continued to tremble beneath him. He growled low in his throat, thrusting harder and deeper into her, claiming every last drop of pleasure she had to offer. Her cries filled the room, echoing through his head as he felt himself on the brink once more.

"Cum for me," he grunted, his voice laced with lust and possessiveness, "give it all up."