Burning Passion: Love Never Die

‘What’s going on?’ she mused, growing more panicky. And that was the thing. She was hoping he’d say something to ease her anxiety. Instead, his actions just scared her even more.

Suddenly, he stopped, leaned forward and looked into her eyes. He said in a serious voice, “Deb, I’ve already given you plenty of time. We’ve been married for three years, and I never laid a finger on you. I don’t care about the past, but from now on, I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally. Understand?”

She didn’t think Carlos had it in him. He never said so many words at a time. This was the most he’d said to her in a while. Debbie, however, was focused on the sentence-“I want you to be my woman, physically and mentally.”

“He’s going to have sex with me?! What should I do? Should I turn him down?”

With a red face, she stammered, “I-I understand.”

To be honest, she had already mentally prepared for this when they were in Jork. After all, Carlos was her husband, and it was normal for couples to have sex. They would have done it there if it weren’t for their argument-they couldn’t agree on what position to use. But now, she wasn’t so sure. She wanted to talk to him, not do the horizontal mambo.

And so far, Carlos had been nice to her. The only thing he did that really ticked her off was maintain a relationship with Megan. And even that could be forgiven, as long as none of them crossed the line.

sure that they

Julie to ensure she was okay. ‘ALL right. Fine. I

what Carlos said next sent chills

don’t care whether you were top or bottom. But me, I have to

room. None at all. And she Lay there, watching his expression turn, and the moments seemed like millennia. She waited, nanosecond by agonizing nanosecond, as the full impact of what

no right to turn him down. Not now. Not Like this. Not after all he’d done for

your first time,“ she finally got it. And that was not all. She now knew why he said “I don’t care

wife, he had always believed she was

I stupid?!’ She laughed, but tears streamed down

of adrenaline overtook her as she pushed the man away from her, jumped out of bed and shouted, “You asshole!” That word hung in the air between them longer than either of them would like to admit. Each person believed they had been wronged, and that

jacket and stormed out of

and was