‘Jacob is preparing for a romantic evening for both of us. When I return home and see all that, I’m very touched. We have dinner (that he cooked himself) with candles on the table and then when we are about to have sex, Frye begins to gently fondling my neck and breasts, but I stop him immediately. “What’s wrong? I thought every girl loves romance.” I look at him skeptically, trying not to laugh. “Seriously? Well, if it is, I am not one of them. Sometimes it might be suitable but this is not this time and if you continue I may believe that I married a vanilla ice cream.” I roll my eyes. Jacob laughs, “I swear I thought that you are tired of rough sex and want something sweet like a lot of girls do, but I can see now that I chose the right woman, lass. I’m a lucky man,” he kisses me with such a hunger that I groan in response. “Let’s have wild crazy animalistic sex, my love,” Frye giggles. “Such a romantic offer, Frye. You are a real gentleman.” However later he proves to me he is far from being a gentleman when I discover bruises and bite marks on my shoulder after a rough night.’

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