Vincente's face contorted in frustration as Evangeline's words sank in.
He let out a guttural growl, a sound of pure, unadulterated rage and disappointment. "Damn it!" he roared, his voice echoing off the bedroom walls.
He grabbed fistfuls of his own hair, tugging at the short, dark strands in a show of agitation.
Seeing her husband in such a state of frustration and anger, Evangeline's heart raced with fear.
She had never seen him like this before, so consumed by a dark, primal need that he couldn't control himself.
She shrank back against the headboard, her nightgown clutched tightly to her chest, as if the flimsy fabric could somehow protect her from his wrath.
Vincente's eyes flashed with a wild, almost manic light as he stared down at Evangeline.
Without a word, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, towering over her smaller frame.
Evangeline watched in terror as he began to tear at his clothes, buttons flying in his haste to disrobe.
"Please, Vincente," she whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vincente grabbed Evangeline's leg just above her ankle, his large hand easily encircling the delicate bone.
With a sharp tug, he pulled her towards him, dragging her across the silken sheets until her lower body hung off the edge of the bed.
Evangeline gasped, her eyes wide with fear as she found herself face to face with her husband's naked, muscular form.
Vincente's body was a testament to years of hard work and brutal training.
His chest and abdomen were sculpted with lean, defined muscles, each one rippling as he moved.
A thin trail of dark hair led down from his navel, disappearing beneath the waistband of his slacks. His thighs were thick and powerful, the muscles coiled and ready for action.
Evangeline's gaze was drawn to his manhood, her eyes widening in shock and innocence at the sight of it.
It was large and hard, jutting out from his body with an almost angry intensity.
She had seen it before, of course.
Vincente's hand tightened around her wrist as he pulled her closer, until her fingertips brushed against his throbbing length. "Touch me," he growled.
Evangeline's eyes widened in confusion and fear as Vincente's demand registered.
Her small, delicate hand trembled in his grip, hovering uncertainly over his rigid, pulsing flesh. "I... I don't know how," she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
Tears of trepidation glistened in her wide, innocent brown eyes as she looked up at him, her lower lip quivering.
"I've never... I mean, I don't have any experience with..." Evangeline's words trailed off as a fresh wave of fear washed over her.
She had been sheltered and naive, untouched by the world's wickedness and carnal desires.
The thought of touching her husband so intimately, of pleasing him in such a way, filled her with a mix of dread and unfamiliar, unsettling sensations.
Vincente's eyes flashed with impatience and a touch of cruelty as he watched Evangeline's hesitation.
He tightened his grip on her wrist, his fingers digging into her soft skin hard enough to leave marks. "Just do it," he snapped, his voice rough and demanding. "Wrap your hand around my cock and stroke it. Now."
His tone left no room for disobedience or further delay.
Vincente's large hand engulfed Evangeline's smaller one, his fingers curling around hers as he guided her trembling palm to wrap around his throbbing shaft.
He forced her hand to move, his own hand pumping up and down the hard, veined length in a rough, demanding rhythm.
Evangeline's eyes widened in shock and innocence as she felt the hot, silky skin of her husband's manhood against her fingers.
It pulsed and twitched in her grip, the sensation both foreign and unsettling to her untouched body.
She could feel every ridge and vein, could sense the raw, primal power coiled within him.
They had sex before but he had never told her to do such things before, so this was all new to her.
As Vincente guided her hand, Evangeline began to rub and stroke his cock, her inexperienced touch clumsy and hesitant.
She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, could sense the urgency and desperation in his body language.
It frightened her, this dark, hungry desire that consumed him.
Evangeline's expression was one of confusion and fear, her brow furrowed and her lower lip caught between her teeth.
Tears clung to her long, dark lashes as she looked up at Vincente, her brown eyes shimmering with unshed tears.
Vincente's face was a mask of dark, intense desire, his eyes burning into Evangeline's with a feral, almost animalistic hunger.
His jaw was clenched tight, a muscle ticking in his cheek as he watched her inexperienced attempts to please him.
The look in his eyes was one of pure, unadulterated lust, mixed with a touch of cruelty and impatience at her clumsy efforts.
"Faster," Vincente growled, his voice low and rough with need. "Squeeze harder, you naive little fool." He tightened his grip on her hand, forcing her to grip his shaft more firmly as he pumped her hand faster along his length.
The sensation of her soft, delicate fingers wrapped around him, squeezing and stroking as he demanded, only fueled his desire.
Vincente's hips bucked forward, thrusting his cock through the tight circle of her fingers.
He let out a guttural groan, his head falling back as he lost himself in the pleasure of her touch, however inexperienced it may be. "That's it," he panted, his voice strained with arousal.
"Keep going, just like that." His other hand reached out to tangle in Evangeline's brown hair.
Vincente's body tensed, his muscles coiled tight with impending release.
A low, animalistic growl rumbled in his chest as he felt the familiar heat and pressure building at the base of his spine.
It was time, time to take what he needed, to claim his wife in the most primal way possible.
With a sudden, violent movement, Vincente pushed Evangeline back onto the bed.
She gasped, her eyes wide with fear as she tumbled onto the silken sheets, the air knocked from her lungs.
Before she could catch her breath, Vincente was on top of her, his large frame looming over her smaller one.
Evangeline's heart raced with terror as she watched Vincente's hands reach for the hem of her nightgown.
She tried to squirm away, to push the fabric down to cover her exposed thighs. "Please, Vincente," she whimpered, her voice trembling with fear. "Don't do this. I'm not in the state..." She knew it was foolish to try to stop him, but at least she had to try.
Vincente paid no heed to her timid protests.
Vincente's hands slid up Evangeline's smooth, slender thighs, pushing the nightgown up to her waist.
Evangeline shuddered, her skin prickling with goosebumps at his touch and the cool air of the room.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt him hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties.
"Please, I'm begging you," Evangeline whimpered, her voice choked with fear and desperation. "Don't do this, Vincente. I'm not ready for this. I'm not... I'm on my period." She tried to close her legs, to stop him, but Vincente's strong thighs kept her pinned.
Vincente paused, his eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and urgency. "Damn it, Evangeline," he growled. "Tell me, what day of your cycle is it? How many days have you been bleeding?" His voice was rough, demanding, impatient.
Evangeline swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest. "It's my fourth day," she whispered, her cheeks burning with humiliation and fear. "I'm not supposed to... it's not right..." She tried to explain him.