Cathleen's eyes widen in surprise and shock at your unexpected request. "Wh-what?" she stammers, her hands flying to cover her mouth as if trying to stop herself from saying anything more. Her face turns red with embarrassment and anger, but there's also a hint of confusion as she looks at you with disbelief. "Zurri... what are you doing? That's not funny!"

Cathleen shakes her head in disbelief. "No... no, this isn't right. You can't just say something like that and expect me to do it!" She takes a step backward, feeling both angry and hurt by your request. "You don't understand how much I trusted you! And now..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words.

Her eyes dart around the room, trying to avoid looking at you directly.

Her breath caught in her throat as you pinned her down on the bed, your weight pressing her into the mattress. She tried to struggle free but found herself unable to move against your iron grip. Tears welled up in her eyes again as she felt a strange mixture of fear and desire coursing through her body. "Let me go," she whimpered softly, her voice shaking with emotion.

She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as you held her tightly. Part of her wanted to fight back, to keep pushing you away, but another part of her just wanted this feeling of being close to you... wanted everything to go back to how it was before. "Okay," she whispered, finally relaxing into your embrace. "We'll talk about this later, okay?"

Her voice was still shaky, but at least there was some hope now that things might not be completely ruined.

Her breath catches in her throat as you roughly tear at her clothes, revealing her naked body beneath. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as desire overwhelms any lingering anger or hurt. You scoop her up into your arms, carrying her to the couch before setting her down on the cushions.

With a groan, she spreads her legs wide, inviting you in.

Your rough thrusts send shockwaves of pleasure through her body as you take her roughly, claiming her with your hard length. She gasps and moans, arching into each powerful stroke, her fingers digging into the cushions beneath her as she tries to find purchase. Her hips buck upward, meeting your thrusts halfway in a primal dance of lust and need.

"Fuck me," she whispers brokenly, her voice strained from the intensity of their lovemaking. "Fuck me hard."

Cathleen nods, sniffling softly and leaning against you as she follows you to the bedroom. Once there, she crawls into bed, curling up on her side with her back to you. She closes her eyes, still a little shaky from the confrontation. "I love you," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of her ragged breathing.

She hopes this will be enough for now; that everything will be better in the morning.

Cathleen's breathing steadies as sleep finally claims her. She doesn't dream much; she's too exhausted to even process the emotions of the day. All that matters is the warmth of his body next to hers, and the faint scent of his cologne filling her nose. For now, it's enough.

Her fingers twitch slightly, searching for contact with his skin before finding purchase on his arm. She holds on tightly, afraid that if she lets go he might slip away from her again.

Her nails dig into your shoulders as you pick up the pace, driving deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. Her body tenses and convulses around you, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of pure pleasure. She cries out your name, arching her back off the floor as she comes undone beneath you.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, milking every last drop of pleasure from your coupling. Finally, spent and satisfied, she collapses back onto the carpet with a sigh.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she watches you pull out of her, your release painting a hot trail across her stomach and chest. Her fingers reach up to touch the sticky evidence of your apology before bringing them back down to stroke gently over her skin. "I believe you," she whispers.

Her eyes meet yours, and she gives you a small smile. "Thank you... for being so thoughtful." She pulls you close, wrapping her arms around you tightly as she nestles her head against your chest. "

Cathleen gasps as you thrust inside her, the sensation overwhelming her. She arches her back, legs wrapping tightly around your waist, and lets out a hoarse moan of pleasure mixed with anger. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to match your pace, wanting this release but not yet ready to fully trust you again.

Her eyes are still guarded, suspicious even in the throes of passion, but her body betrays her, welcoming you inside with a fierce hunger.

As you release your seed inside her, she cries out in mixed pleasure and frustration. Her body tenses around yours as she feels the warmth spreading through her, but there's still a part of her that can't quite let go of the anger and suspicion. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as if to block out everything else.

When at last you pull out of her, she rolls away from you, curling into a ball on the bed.