Day 3: Angry/Jealous Sex

Day 3: Angry/Jealous Sex

The summer evening was a picturesque one, the sun casting its warm, golden light over the garden party. Laughter and conversation drifted on the breeze, blending with the scent of blooming roses. Penelope moved gracefully among the guests, her gown a delicate shade of blush pink that complemented her fair complexion. She had always been the kind of person who made others feel at ease, her natural kindness drawing people to her like moths to a flame. And tonight, she was no different.

Colin had watched her from afar for most of the evening, admiring the way she engaged in conversation with the other guests, her smile bright and genuine. He had always loved that about her—her ability to connect with people so effortlessly. But as the evening wore on, a nagging feeling began to settle in his chest, something unfamiliar and uncomfortable. It started as a subtle unease, a slight tightening in his chest as he noticed a particular gentleman lingering near her.

The man was a stranger to Colin, someone he didn't recognize among the usual crowd. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an easy smile and far too much familiarity in the way he leaned toward Penelope, his presence stirred something dark and possessive in Colin's chest. He watched from a distance as Penelope laughed softly at something the man said, her hand lightly touching his arm in a gesture of casual friendliness.

But to Colin, it felt like something else.

His jaw tightened, the muscles in his neck growing taut as he watched the man lean closer, his eyes lingering on Penelope's face in a way that made Colin's blood boil. He could feel the heat of jealousy rising in his veins, a possessive anger that he had never experienced before. Penelope was his—his wife, his heart, his everything. And yet, here she was, smiling at another man, touching him in a way that felt too intimate, too personal.

He could barely hear the conversation around him as he continued to watch them, his mind consumed by the sight of Penelope's hand resting so easily on the stranger's arm, her laughter soft and genuine. The man's eyes flicked over her, lingering far too long on her figure, and Colin's fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms.

Without thinking, Colin moved toward them, his heart pounding in his chest as his anger and jealousy built with every step. He didn't know what he was going to say, didn't know how he was going to confront the situation, but he knew he couldn't stand there any longer, watching another man covet his wife as though she were something to be admired from afar.

"Penelope," Colin's voice was sharper than he intended as he reached them, his eyes flashing with barely concealed anger as he glanced at the man who had been occupying her attention.

Penelope turned to him, her smile faltering slightly at the intensity in his expression. "Colin, there you are," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth despite the tension she could clearly sense in him. "I was just—"

"We need to go," Colin interrupted, his tone curt, his hand already reaching for her arm. He couldn't stand to be in this situation a moment longer, the jealousy eating away at him, twisting his insides with a possessiveness he couldn't control.

Penelope frowned slightly, glancing between him and the man she had been speaking to. "But we've only just arrived—"

"Now, Penelope," Colin insisted, his grip on her arm firm but not harsh as he pulled her gently away from the man, his eyes cold as they met the stranger's gaze for the briefest of moments.

The man opened his mouth as if to say something, but Colin's glare silenced him, the warning in his eyes unmistakable. With a stiff nod, the man stepped back, clearly sensing the tension between husband and wife, and wisely choosing not to interfere.

Penelope allowed herself to be led away, her confusion growing as Colin's hand remained firm around her wrist, guiding her through the throng of guests with a determined, almost urgent stride. She could feel the anger radiating off him in waves, his body tense and rigid as he kept his gaze fixed ahead.

"Colin, what is going on?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with concern as they left the garden party behind, the sound of music and laughter fading into the distance as he led her toward the privacy of the house.

He didn't answer right away, his jaw clenched tightly as he marched through the halls, his grip on her wrist loosening only slightly but never letting go. Penelope's heart raced, her mind spinning with questions. What had she done to cause this reaction? Why was he so angry?

It wasn't until they reached the quiet sanctuary of their bedroom that Colin finally released her, his eyes dark and stormy as he turned to face her. His chest heaved with the weight of his emotions, and for a moment, he simply stared at her, his eyes roving over her form as though he was seeing her for the first time.

"What were you doing?" Colin's voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that made Penelope's stomach twist with both uncertainty and a strange sense of excitement.

"Doing?" she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion as she met his intense gaze. "Colin, I was only speaking to a guest—"

"That man," Colin growled, stepping closer to her, his body radiating a heat that had nothing to do with the summer evening. "He was staring at you, touching you, and you... you were smiling at him, Penelope. Laughing with him. Do you know what that did to me?"

Penelope's eyes widened at his words, her heart pounding in her chest as she took a small step back, her back brushing against the edge of the bed. "I was only being kind," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to understand the source of his anger. "It was nothing, Colin. Truly."

But Colin wasn't listening, his mind clouded with jealousy and desire, the possessiveness burning through him like a wildfire. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to grasp her waist, pulling her flush against him with a force that made her gasp.

"Nothing?" he repeated, his voice rough as his hands slid down to her hips, gripping her tightly. "You are mine, Penelope. No other man has the right to look at you like that, to touch you like that."

Penelope's breath hitched at the intensity in his voice, the heat of his body pressing against hers sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel his need for her, the jealousy that fueled his actions, and something inside her responded to it, a quiet thrill stirring in her chest as she met his gaze.

"I am yours," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she placed her hands on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingers. "Only yours, Colin."

His eyes darkened at her words, and before she could say another word, his lips crashed against hers, hard and demanding. The kiss was fierce, filled with the pent-up frustration and jealousy that had been building inside him all evening. Penelope's hands flew to his shoulders, clutching at him as he kissed her with a hunger that left her breathless.

There was no tenderness in the way Colin's hands roamed over her body, no gentleness in the way he pressed her back against the bed, his lips never leaving hers as he took what was his. His jealousy had ignited a fire within him, and he needed to prove, in the most primal way possible, that Penelope belonged to him.

Penelope gasped as Colin's hands gripped the fabric of her gown, pulling it up with rough urgency, his fingers sliding against the bare skin of her thighs. Her body responded instinctively to his touch, her hips lifting slightly as she surrendered to the intensity of his desire. There was something intoxicating about the way he claimed her, the way his jealousy had transformed into raw, possessive need.

"You are mine," Colin growled against her lips, his hands pushing her gown higher, exposing her to the cool air of the room. "No one else gets to see you like this, touch you like this."

Penelope moaned softly, her hands tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her body arching against his as the heat between them grew unbearable. "Only you," she whispered, her voice trembling with a mixture of desire and submission. "Only you, Colin."

His response was a low, guttural sound as his hands slid beneath her gown, gripping her thighs and spreading them apart with a possessive force that made her gasp. There was no time for gentle caresses or whispered words of love—Colin's jealousy had consumed him, and all he could think about was taking her, claiming her, reminding her that she was his.

Penelope's breath hitched as her back pressed against the bed, her legs parting under his command. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his hands rough and urgent as they gripped her thighs, holding her in place with an intensity that both frightened and excited her. The softness of the bed beneath her contrasted sharply with the hard edges of Colin's body as he loomed over her, his dark gaze locked on hers, filled with a hunger she had never seen before.

Her heart raced as he tore at her gown, the fabric bunching around her hips, exposing her to the cool night air. His fingers dug into her flesh as he spread her legs wider, his eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of her beneath him, vulnerable and ready. Penelope's body responded instinctively to his touch, her hips lifting slightly, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she felt the weight of his desire pressing down on her.

"Look at you," Colin growled, his voice rough and low as his hands slid up her thighs, his fingers grazing the soft skin of her inner thighs. "So beautiful, so perfect... and all mine."

Penelope's breath came in short gasps as Colin's hands moved higher, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin between her legs with maddening slowness. The heat between them was almost unbearable now, her body aching with need as she felt the wetness gathering, her desire for him growing with every passing second. She wanted him—needed him—to take her, to remind her with every touch, every kiss, that she was his and his alone.

"Colin," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation as her fingers gripped the sheets beneath her. "Please..."

But Colin was not ready to give her what she wanted, not yet. His jealousy still burned hot inside him, and he needed her to feel the same desperate need he felt. He leaned down, his breath hot against her ear as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her toward him with a force that made her gasp.

"You don't know what you do to me, Penelope," he growled, his lips brushing against her neck, sending shivers down her spine. "The thought of any man laying his eyes on you... it drives me mad."

Penelope whimpered softly, her body trembling with desire as Colin's hands roamed over her, his touch possessive and urgent. There was something raw and primal in the way he held her, as though he needed to prove to both himself and her that no other man could ever have her the way he did.

"You are mine," he whispered harshly against her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone as he bit down gently, marking her as his. "Say it."

Penelope's breath caught in her throat, her body arching beneath him as his hands gripped her thighs more firmly, spreading them wider as he positioned himself between her legs. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind spinning with the intensity of the moment. She could feel the hard length of him pressing against her, and the anticipation of what was to come made her gasp, her hands reaching for him, pulling him closer.

"I am yours," she whispered, her voice shaking with desire. "Only yours, Colin."

Her words seemed to ignite something within him, and in one swift motion, he thrust into her, burying himself deep inside her with a force that made her cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. There was no gentleness, no tenderness in the way he took her—it was raw, fierce, driven by the jealousy that had consumed him all evening.

Penelope's hands flew to his shoulders, gripping him tightly as her body adjusted to the sudden intrusion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Colin set a relentless pace. Each thrust was hard and deep, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force as he drove into her, his eyes never leaving hers.

The intensity of his movements sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, her body responding instinctively to the rhythm he had set. She moaned softly, her head falling back against the pillow as her hips bucked against him, meeting his every thrust with equal fervor.

Colin's hands slid up her body, his fingers digging into her waist as he pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a bruising kiss. There was no space between them, no room for doubt or hesitation—only the raw, primal need to claim each other completely.

"You belong to me," he growled against her lips, his voice filled with possessive desire as his hips slammed into hers, driving them both closer to the edge.

Penelope could only nod, her body trembling beneath him as the pleasure built inside her, each thrust sending her higher and higher until she felt as though she might break apart from the intensity of it all. The jealousy, the possessiveness—it had all melted away now, replaced by an overwhelming need to be as close to him as possible, to give herself to him completely.

"Say it again," Colin demanded, his hand gripping her chin as he forced her to look at him, his dark eyes burning with intensity.

"I... I am yours," Penelope gasped, her breath coming in short, ragged bursts as her hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. "Only yours, Colin."

Her words seemed to push him over the edge, and with one final, powerful thrust, Colin let out a low, guttural groan as he buried himself deep inside her, his body trembling with the force of his release. Penelope cried out, her own climax crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure, her body convulsing beneath him as she clung to him, her mind lost to the overwhelming sensation of it all.

For a moment, the world seemed to stop, the only sound in the room the heavy breathing of their intertwined bodies as they came down from the intensity of their shared release. Colin's hands loosened their grip on her hips, his body relaxing as he pressed his forehead against hers, his breath warm and ragged against her skin.

"You are mine," he whispered one last time, his voice soft now, filled with a tenderness that had been absent before.

Penelope smiled weakly, her fingers brushing through his damp hair as she nodded, her heart still racing in her chest. "I am," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "And you are mine."

Colin's eyes softened at her words, his hand coming up to cup her cheek as he kissed her gently, the fire of his jealousy now replaced by a deep, abiding love. "Always," he murmured against her lips, his voice filled with quiet reverence.

They lay there together, their bodies still entwined, the heat of the moment fading into the quiet intimacy of the night. And in that moment, with the weight of their love pressing softly against their skin, Penelope knew that no matter what had happened, no matter the jealousy or the anger, they would always find their way back to each other.