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Allora was a sobbing mess, but he did not care. She tried hard to free his wrist and push him away from her, but the more she struggled, the tighter he held her.

Grasping her hands in one of his, he used the other to unbutton his shirt. "Do you want a divorce? First, let's do our duty as your husband and wife. Perhaps I failed to satisfy you adequately, which is why you were thinking of divorcing me, or it could be that you were using the sexual dissatisfaction as an excuse to leave me after six months?” he asked as he trailed kisses down her neck to her collarbone."No no..."

"I can prove you wrong tonight and nights to come," he bit down on her shoulder before licking the spot. Allora shuddered at his care.

"Open, please do not do this, pleasure not making me hate you," she cried as she struggled.

"You did not mind me kissing you a minute ago. What happened now?" he asked the last words in a raised voice.

Yes, he was hurt. He was hurt when she gave him hope, only to have it