Vincente's patience snapped at Evangeline's words.
With an urgent, almost violent tug, he yanked her panties down her slender legs.
The flimsy fabric slid over her soft skin, revealing the stained pad clinging to her most intimate area.
The sight of the blood-stained pad only inflamed Vincente's lust, a dark thrill shooting through him at the taboo act he was about to commit.
Evangeline gasped, her body tensing as she felt the cool air on her exposed, sensitive flesh.
Tears streamed down her face, her blue eyes wide with fear and innocence. "No, please don't," she whimpered, trying to close her legs, to protect herself. But it was too late.
Vincente settled himself between her thighs, his hard, throbbing length poised at her entrance. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her, not pausing for her comfort or adjustment.
Evangeline cried out, a sharp, pained sound torn from her throat as she felt the sudden, brutal invasion.
He spilled himself inside her, his hot, thick seed flooding her unprotected womb. Evangeline gasped, her back arching off the bed as he filled her.
Vincente's hand slid up her body, his fingers curling around the soft swell of her breast.
He squeezed roughly, his calloused palm digging into the tender flesh as he kneaded and groped her.
Evangeline whimpered, tears leaking from the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she endured his aggressive touch.
As the last waves of his release washed over him, Vincente collapsed on top of Evangeline, his full weight pressing her into the mattress.
He panted harshly, his breath hot against her neck as he struggled to regain his composure.
Evangeline lay still beneath him, her body trembling and her heart racing as she tried to process the overwhelming, violating experience.
Vincente lifted his head, his dark gaze locking with Evangeline's tear-stained one.
To her shock, she saw a softness in his eyes, a tenderness that she had never seen before. "My beautiful doll," he murmured, his voice low and rough with sated desire. "You're exquisite, Evangeline. So pure, so perfect." His hand came up to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.
Evangeline's face was flushed, her porcelain skin glowing with a mix of embarrassment, fear, and an unwanted, lingering heat.
Her lips were parted slightly, her chest heaving with each shaky breath. She looked every inch the ravished maiden, her body marked by her husband's passion.
Vincente leaned down, his lips hovering over hers. "I love you, my sweet doll."
Vincente's expression softened, his pale green eyes filled with a rare tenderness as he gazed down at Evangeline's flushed and tear-stained face.
He brushed a stray lock of golden hair from her forehead, his touch surprisingly gentle. "I know that was intense for you, my doll," he murmured, his voice low and soothing. "I know I was too rough, too demanding."
He paused, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her lower lip. "But I need more, Evangeline. I need to feel your warmth, your tightness, again and again."
His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he made his plea. "Can I make love to you again, my beautiful doll? Can I thrust into your sweet, perfect body until we both find our release?"
Vincente searched Evangeline's eyes, his gaze intense and filled with a desperate, aching desire.
He could see the fear and uncertainty lurking in their drown depths, the hesitation and reluctance.
Evangeline swallowed hard, her tongue darting out to wet her lips nervously. With a timid, almost imperceptible shake she denied.
Evangeline's eyes widened with a fresh surge of fear as she shook her head, a barely perceptible movement.
"No, please..." she whispered, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Not now. It hurts, Vincente. You're still... I'm still bleeding."
Tears welled up in her eyes once more as she pleaded with him, her small hands coming up to rest tentatively on his chest, as if to push him away.
Vincente's expression darkened, a flicker of anger and frustration passing over his handsome features.
He could feel Evangeline's body trembling beneath him, could sense her reluctance and discomfort.
He loomed over her, his tall, muscular frame dwarfing her smaller, delicate one.
His eyes narrowed as he studied her face, taking in the way her lower lip trembled and her chest heaved with each frightened breath. "Shh, my little doll," he murmured, his voice low and cajoling.
Vincente didn't say another word, his jaw clenching tight as he took in Evangeline's tearful, frightened expression.
With a frustrated sigh, he rolled over onto his back beside her, staring up at the ceiling.
He could feel the heat of her naked body next to his, could sense the way she curled in on herself, trying to make herself small.
Evangeline lay on her side, her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around herself in a protective embrace.
Her nightgown was bunched up around her waist, exposing the creamy skin of her thighs and the blood-stained pad still clinging to her most intimate area.
Tears continued to leak from her wide, brown eyes as she stared down at her lap, her lower lip trembling uncontrollably.
The emotions swirling inside her were a turbulent mix - fear, humiliation, confusion, and an unwanted, lingering ache that made her feel guilty for even acknowledging.
She had been violated, taken against her will and her cycle, and yet, some traitorous part of her had felt a flicker of pleasure.
The realization made her want to cry all the more.
After a long moment, Vincente sat up, the sheets rustling as he moved.
Vincente reached out and gently tugged Evangeline's panties up her slender legs, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin.
He could feel her flinch at his touch, could sense the tension radiating off her trembling body.
With a soft sigh, he carefully adjusted the pad, ensuring it was properly placed before smoothing the fabric over her hips.
Next, he tugged her nightgown down, the silken material sliding over her thighs and covering her nudity.
His hands lingered for a moment, his fingers curling into the fabric as he resisted the urge to push the skirt back up and take her again.
He knew she was sore, knew he had pushed her too far.
As he settled back against the pillows, he draped the blanket over their naked bodies, tucking it around Evangeline's curled form.
She looked so small, so vulnerable, so utterly devastated.
Evangeline remained silent, her arms still wrapped around herself as she stared down at her lap.