“Tiger’, he murmured, his eyes lighting up with primitive desire, “You need to be punished.” He continued hoarsely.
“No, ‘I hissed, struggling. “Get off me. I don’t want you.”
“You’re my wife now, woman.’ he said mockingly, bending his head to my sore, taut nipples, “and your body wants me.” He slipped his free hand inside me and I arched in response as he fingered my creamy wetness.’ I’ll take you when I want”
As he entered me, roughly, I gasped and felt my fickle body move in accordance to his wishes.
*****
There was never any declaration of love from him; he came to my bed every night, or whenever he pleased.
And I? I was helpless to stop him. On the contrary, I gave myself to him completely, without expecting anything from him, certainly not love.
One morning, after he had left, I woke, with a feeling that something was amiss. Something in my schedule…it came to me in a flash, with a feeling of mounting horror, I suddenly realised that I might be pregnant again…