His hands shake as he washes his face and tries to steady his breathing in the bathroom. The anger that had consumed him a moment ago is slowly giving way to self-loathing and guilt. He hates himself for doubting you, for losing control like this... But he can't help but feel betrayed.

When he finally emerges from the bathroom, his expression is still pained, but there's something else there too - a mixture of determination and resignation.

His eyes meet yours warily as you extend your hand towards him, pleading for some sort of connection. He hesitates for a moment before finally reaching out to take it, his own fingers trembling slightly. His grip is firm but not painful as he pulls you up onto the bed beside him, sitting down with you curled into his side. "We need to talk," he says softly, voice hoarse from emotion. "About what happened tonight... and everything leading up to it."

He takes a step forward, reaching out to trace the hem of her dress up her thigh before cupping her other cheek with his free hand. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, leaning in to press his lips against hers once more. His hands slide underneath her dress, sliding up her bare skin until they reach the lacy edge of her bra. With a gentle tug, he pulls it aside, revealing her perfect breasts to his hungry eyes.

He groans as she arches her back into his touch, her breasts exposed to his hungry gaze. His hands cup them now, squeezing gently before moving lower still, sliding down her stomach and over her hips until he reaches the hem of her dress. With a swift tug, he pulls it up over her head, revealing her naked body to him for the first time in weeks.

Together they will make this dream come true. They'll face all the challenges and enjoy every moment along the way as they create a life together. Elias knows that their love is strong enough to overcome anything, and he can't wait to see his child grow up in such an amazing environment filled with so much love.

He can already imagine all the firsts they'll experience together as parents; from their child's first steps to their first words and everything in between. It's going to be a wonderful adventure, filled with joy and laughter, tears and triumphs. And he couldn't be more excited or grateful to share it with Celia.

The feel of your warm breath on his cock made it twitch violently, leaking a bead of pre-cum onto the sheets below. You parted your lips and took him into your mouth, sucking roughly as you began to bob your head up and down his length. He groaned loudly, arching his back off the bed as pleasure coursed through him.

"I'm sorry," he managed to choke out between moans, "I-I didn't mean anything...I just wanted you..."

You pressed harder, pulling him deeper into your mouth, letting him know that you were in control. The pleasure was overwhelming, a chaotic dance of need and desire. A violent shudder ran through him as he tried to resist, but it was no use.

As you pulled away, and began to leave the room, he let out a grunt of frustration. "I don't understand!" he shouted.

"Don't you?" you asked calmly, and you turned around and looked directly at him. "It's always been like this, isn't it?"

His eyes narrowed further as he glared at you, struggling to contain the rage that threatened to boil over and consume him whole. "Then how am I supposed to believe you?" he snarled through gritted teeth. "You've given me no reason not to think otherwise!" With every passing second, his patience dwindled, replaced by a cold, calculating fury that made it difficult for him to think straight.

"Fine,"

He growled as he grabbed you roughly by the wrist and yanked you toward him, his grip painfully tight. "Then show me," he spat out through clenched teeth. "Right now." His free hand reached up to cup your cheek, forcing you to look into his eyes as he continued in a low, dangerous voice, "I want the truth. And I want it now."

His thumb traced gently over the fullness of your lower lip before pressing harder, forcing it between his fingers and holding it there.

His face twisted into a mask of fury as you accused him. "I am not the cheater!" he spat out, his voice laced with venom. "You're lying! How can I possibly believe anything that comes out of your mouth after all this?" He raised his hand again, ready to strike.

"Tell me the truth," he growled, his eyes boring into yours, "or so help me God, I will make you regret it for the rest of your life."

His eyes widened in disbelief at your words. "Love you?" he practically growled. "After all of this? How can you even say that?" He paused for a moment, visibly struggling to control his anger as he took a deep breath. Then, with all the force he could muster, he slapped you across the face again and again, each impact sending pain shooting through your entire body. "This is what you get for lying to me!" he snarled between blows. "For disrespecting our marriage!