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brought into a loveless union..."
    Tobias abruptly entered the room and found her curled up on the bed in the fetus position. The room’s only light was coming from outside. He walked to the bed slowly and cautiously as if he were sneaking up on a wild animal. As he moved closer and after seeing her nakedness, his only desire was to make love to her. He quietly stripped off his swimming trunks. His cock was already swollen for her; all he needed was for her to open her beautiful flower to him.
    He gently called out to her as he came onto the bed. Azura tired to fake that she was sleeping, but it was pointless deep down she wanted him too and this was causing her a lot of turmoil in her heart. "Tobias," she sat up and turned to face him.
    "You’re crying," he said as his hardness softened a bit.
    "What did we do?" Azura said to him.
    "What do you mean?" He slumped his shoulders as he knelt on the bed.
    "You’re...30...right?" Azura questioned.
    "Yes."
    "I'm 23...You had a whole life before me and so did I..."
    "Where are you going with this?" Tobias asked growing agitated with where he felt the conversation was leading to.
    "I'm some stranger’s wife," she blurted.
    Tobias pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. He pressed her ample breast against his firm chest, and then kissed her cheeks and her forehead. "I am your husband. I told you yesterday that the feelings I have for you are real...maybe you don't feel the same for me, but just give me a chance, please."
    As she stayed silent, he kissed her all over then gently laid her back onto the bed and placed himself between her legs. He sucked on her nipples until soft moans escaped her lips. The sound of her voice made him hard once more and he didn't hesitate to dive into her flower, the flower that he wanted to be his for eternity. Azura moaned as he made love to her, but she abruptly tried to stop him.
    "Baby what’s wrong?" Tobias asked softly.
    "We should have protection," she answered.
    "Protection for what?"
    "We can't bring a baby into this fake marriage," Azura replied.
    "Fake!" Tobias said instantly becoming angry. "Fake! I'll show you fake," he said. His soft gentle strokes became more aggressive and Azura’s weak attempts to stop him were pointless. The sensation of his aggression and intense passion mixed with all of the conflicting emotions she held for him. He exploded deep inside of her and hoping with all his being that she would become pregnant this night. He didn't care about the consequences or the problems that may arrive. He would show her that this was not a fake marriage by being the man that she needed and wanted.

 
    Enrapture
     
     
    Weeks passed since their tumultuous passion-filled wedding night. Although they awoke in each other's arms, the euphoria soon ended, once she realized he exploded inside of her, without respecting her request for protection. She has not spoken to him since, opting to take a bedroom suite opposite of his. They are already living as estranged spouses.
     
    Tobias hopes she will see things his way, but her stubbornness will not allow it. He gives her plenty space, making sure not to intrude on her days. His days are busy with business meetings and charity events, which are the only times he is allowed to touch her without starting a fight. Week three quickly turns into week four, and Tobias cannot take the awkward silence one more minute. Sitting across from her in the limo, on their way home, quickly becomes unbearable. Occasionally, he gets caught staring at her legs, breasts, or angelic face, only to be scolded with a demeaning glare.
     
    "How long is this going to last?" Tobias finally spoke.
     
    "I see nothing wrong." Azura says turning her face toward the window.
     
    "You're putting on this facade in public, but behind doors we don't even touch. Please, tell me that night meant more to you than just some means to an end."
     
    "I am not your property. I could be pregnant right now".
     
    "Then what?
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