Chapter 1119

• She began to cry in earnest; she didn't know which was the most painful, his fingers deep inside her, tearing at her flesh, or the stinging slaps, but then she felt another pain that beat them both. He had pushed into her with his thick rod, stretching her virgin entrance. She was dry, unaroused, and although he was enjoying the friction, every stroke for her was painful. She endured this, praying that he would soon stop, desperate not to anger him further by crying out. She felt a strange sensation inside her; she was wet, and he was pumping harder, his breath now coming in short bursts. Then she felt the blissful sensation of him pulling out from her, leaving her abused flesh.
• He rolled off her, and picking up her tattered nightgown, he wiped himself with it, staining the delicate fabric with a mixture of blood and juices. She lay there, stunned, not daring to move until he had left her, headed for his suite of rooms, leaving without a word. Alice reached gingerly between her legs, wincing a little at the movement, and felt moisture there. Lifting her fingers to her face, she took in the rank male smell of him, and the iron tinge of her virgin blood.
• Their marriage did not improve. Sex for Phillip was as essential as eating and breathing: for Alice it was something to be feared and endured. After their first night together, he had the intelligence and sensibility to realize that he could have approached her differently, but his efforts to make sex pleasurable for her were in vain. She did not respond to his caresses, and he grew weary of her cringing and terror.