Billionaire's Reborn Wife

"Wait," she breathed. "We have to stop. This isn’t just conversation."
"It's better than talking," he murmured, kissing her neck.
"No, we need to have a conversation," she insisted. "Get off me, let me get dressed."
"You can't make love while dressed," he replied, playfully biting her earlobe.
"Listen to me," she urged. "I'm trying to be serious, alright? I realize I shouldn’t have fled."
"What’s this about?" he asked, his tone growing cold.
"I simply want to resolve things," she said earnestly, gazing into his eyes.
A flicker of disgust crossed his features, and his lips turned downward, "I see what's going on. You think I'll forget your betrayal if you let me fuck you."
She fled from her wedding, which led to her own downfall and became a lasting nightmare. She chose to elope with another man instead of the one who truly loved her. That man deceived her, coaxing her into abandoning her husband, ultimately driving her to her demise.
She returned to consciousness and found herself lying on their matrimonial bed.
A firm yet gentle grip enclosed her wrist, leading her hand to the front of his pants. She observed her small, pale hand beside his large, tanned fingers, allowing him to press her palm against him.
It would be so simple to let him take control, to surrender to him. She craved it. She yearned to feel his strong hands exploring every part of her body.