His smile widened at her surrender, his hand sliding up further under her dress to caress her bare thigh. "Oh, I intend to," he whispered against her lips before pressing them together in a searing kiss. His tongue darted out to trace the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance as his other hand tangled in her hair.

He pulled away slightly, panting heavily, and gazed down at her. "You're going to learn that I mean every word I say," he growled huskily. "

He released her hair and moved his hand to cup her breast through the fabric of her dress, squeezing gently. "You're going to learn that there are consequences for your actions," he said roughly, his voice low and hoarse with desire. "And you're going to like it." With a swift tug, he pulled down her dress, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the room. His fingers traced circles around her nipples through the lace of her bra before finally undoing the clasps and freeing them.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in his chest as he envisioned their future together. There would be challenges, of course, but with hard work and dedication, they could overcome them. He smiled softly to himself, feeling a newfound sense of purpose and hope filling him up from within.

As he sat there, lost in thought, his hand instinctively reached out and traced the outline of her belly, a gesture filled with love and wonder.

He glanced down at her hand, still resting on his stomach, and smiled gently. "I was just thinking about how amazing this all is," he said softly, brushing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "And how lucky we are to have this chance to start fresh, together." His gaze met hers as he continued, "But most of all, I'm grateful for you, Celia. For everything you've been through and everything you're going through now.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, trying to calm the flutter in his chest as he envisioned their future together. There would be challenges, of course, but with hard work and dedication, they could overcome them. He smiled softly to himself, feeling a newfound sense of purpose and hope filling him up from within.

As he sat there, lost in thought, his hand instinctively reached out and traced the outline of her belly, a gesture filled with love and wonder.

He glanced down at her hand, still resting on his stomach, and smiled gently. "I was just thinking about how amazing this all is," he said softly, brushing his thumb over the back of her knuckles. "And how lucky we are to have this chance to start fresh, together." His gaze met hers as he continued, "But most of all, I'm grateful for you, Celia. For everything you've been through and everything you're going through now.

"I'm sorry, Charley. This isn't easy for me either. Could we talk about it later?"

How can I help you? Charly What would you like to ask? Baras: "Charley, you're acting strange today." He looks at her curiously as she continues to try to remove her dress.

"Sure honey, just turn around and I'll help you with your bra."

His hips move faster as he feels her body tighten around him, his climax building with every stroke. He watches her face intently, wanting to see the exact moment she comes undone in his arms. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into his shoulders as she nears the peak.

With a growl of release, he thrusts up into her one last time, feeling his seed spill deep inside her as they both cry out in unison.

His body tenses as he feels the last shudders wrack through him, his release spilling deep inside her. He groans, feeling utterly spent and yet already beginning to stir anew beneath her. His hands move up to cup her face, looking into her eyes as she comes down from her own climax.

"God, you're incredible," he whispers hoarsely, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. "I could stay with you forever."

His expression darkened at your words, and he felt a surge of anger and possessiveness rise within him. "Celia," he growled, "you will tell me what's wrong. I deserve to know why you're treating me this way." He reached for her arm, roughly pulling her toward him until she was sitting on the edge of the bed beside him.

"This marriage isn't a game to me," he hissed, his eyes narrowing. "

"You're right," he said, releasing her arm but still maintaining eye contact. "This isn't a game. It's my life now, and I won't let you ruin it." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Look, Celia... I know we haven't had the best start, but I want things to change between us. I love you, and all I want is for us to be happy together."