My Cold Husband Finally Lost Control

Synopsis

On the night of our arranged marriage, Edward Holmes said gently, "Once a week. If you ever don't want to, you can stop anytime." I bit my lip and nodded, but my heart sank. He was setting a quota on our wedding night, so how badly did he not want me? After that, every time we were intimate, he finished before midnight on the dot, as if one extra second would kill him. Then came the night my best friend arranged a male host to drive me home, and Edward hauled me straight from the front door into the bedroom. Edward's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse enough to scare me. "You think I don't touch you enough?" He was a wild animal off its leash all night long. Only when I was crying and begging did he stop, and his hands shook as he kissed the tears off my face. "Baby, it's not that I don't want you. I'm scared of hurting you. Every time we finish, I have to stand under a cold shower for half an hour before I can sleep."