Mitchel, still bearing traces of her on his fingertips, approached with a hoarse voice, “That won't work!"

His arousal was evident, not driven by punishment but by desire.

Clearly, he was determined to have sex with her.

Yet, he seemed more controlled than before, considering her condition and contemplating a different approach.

Frightened, Raegan pushed him away, pleading, “Don't, please... I can't... Not right now..."

Mitchel's expression shifted instantly. "What did you just say?"

Raegan was on the verge of tears. "It's not about you... It's me..."

Mitchel's touch was gentle as he acknowledged the soreness. "I know it's still swollen and painful, but we can find a way..."

He whispered something in her ear, his voice hoarse.

Raegan's face turned a deep red at his words, shaking her head in reluctance.

“We're married, so it's only natural for us to do this," Mitchel reasoned, pulling her closer.

Overwhelmed with humiliation, Raegan felt helpless to resist. She feared provoking another change in his mood and felt compelled to comply.

In a sudden move, Mitchel gripped her hair, his breath quickening.

"Call me."

Barely able to speak, Raegan murmured, "Mitchel..."

“That's not it," he corrected in a low tone.

What else could it be? Confused and exhausted, Raegan fell silent.

“If you don't cooperate, this will last all night," Mitchel warned.

Her expression shifting, Raegan forced out a reluctant, “Honey...”

Mitchel's response was immediate. His breathing grew heavier, his gaze more intense.