After the first gentle thrust, he simply rested against her as she lifted her slender legs and clasped them around his hips. He raised his head to look into her eyes while keeping his hands firmly planted on the desk on either side of her hips. That shocked Elizabeth because he had never before just stared at her, neither in bed nor out of it. She questioned what he was looking for as his dark eyes kept roving over hers. He looked down at her mouth as she nervously licked her lips, and something completely unrecognisable suddenly flared in his eyes, causing his pupils to enlarge until they were almost completely black.
Elizabeth struggled to control her urge to move against him as her breath began to come in short gasps. She felt herself twitch around him and her hips flutter just a little. In response to the movement, he hissed and withdrew just a little bit before diving back into her as if he couldn't bear to be apart. Anthony only needed to do that for her head to drop back idly and her mouth to open in an audible ecstatic scream. He appeared to be caught off guard by both the rapidity of her orgasm and the onset of his own. He buried himself as deeply as possible with a startled sound and another half-thrust, arching backwards in the process and coming violently. After what felt like an eternity, his entire body finally became limp, and he partially collapsed against her, burying his face in her damp neck.
Elizabeth was so taken aback by the unprecedented speed of the act—which couldn't have taken more than three minutes—that she almost missed the words. She might have completely missed them if she hadn't sensed his distinctive breath on the delicate skin of her neck. But he did say them. Although the words were garbled, she understood everything he was saying. His chant and his supplication.
"please give me a son"
And then it was over for her in an instant. His waist was torn apart by her legs, and she pushed against his chest until he raised himself to cast a curious glance down at her. When he saw the tears on her cheeks and tried to wrap his arms around her, he made a quiet sound of protest. Yet another unheard-of action, but she shoved him once more until he backed away.
He asked hoarsely, readjusting his clothes, "Why are you crying?".
She cried out, fighting back the tears, "I hate you.".
"What we just did didn't feel like hatred to me." He said
"Just sex, only Fu-"
She opened her mouth to utter the disgusting word, but he interrupted her.
"Don't say it" he yelled.
"Why not?, It's the truth and please don't try to act otherwise at this point in our so-called marriage. Do you really believe that having sex improves things? On the contrary, it only serves to exacerbate already dire circumstances. You've only demonstrated that I am shamefully powerless to withstand you"
"That is entirely mutual," He replied dryly, a.
She sputtered. "You don't even see me as a woman. Don't try to play a game with me, Anthony. I'm tired of your lies and deceit, so don't try to play a game with me again."
"God" He hissed vehemently,
"You hold a position of great importance in my life; you are not just another woman; you are my wife. ".
"a wife you're ashamed of"
He seemed offended by the very idea,
"Who told you that I was ashamed of you."
"It was you"
"Elizabeth, each and every one of your accusations against me should have some basis. I have never, not once, told you that I am ashamed of you"
"You never said it; you weren't required to. "
Before sliding off the desk and turning to face him once more, she checked to make sure her skirt was straight. "You constantly show me. ".
"What?".
"I've never met your large, extended family, which is very important to you. I haven't even met your close friends Henry Livingston and Gabriel Burdick and you play football with them every weekend I haven't met any of those important people in your life, you didn't think I knew that, did you?"
There was Allison of course, but Elizabeth wasn't ready to confront him with that information yet.
"They are the people that matter to you, and if I had been the wife you wanted, a wife you were not ashamed of, I would undoubtedly have met them by now!".
He almost fell over while reaching out to touch her, but she moved away before he could.
"It's not like that," he insisted.
"It is, yes. Please don't insult my intelligence by claiming otherwise"
She frantically searched the area for her underwear before discovering them next to her drawing board. Before returning to face him, she swooped them up in an instant.
"I need to take a shower" Bitterly, she muttered,
She turned and left the room before he could reply, "You know what it feels like when you have an overwhelming urge to scrape the touch, the scent, the very essence of someone off of your skin, don't you? After all, that's what you usually do thirty seconds after your orgasm and I can finally relate to that."