"No, no, no, wait!" Rowen quickly pulled away from Vanessa, grabbed her wrists, and pinned her to the bed. He was in shock; it was written all over his face, and his distress only worsened as his chest heaved heavily.
Vanessa, on the other hand, was smiling and batting her eyes innocently, which only made him feel extremely guilty.
"Vanessa, you aren't in your right mind," he said. "We can't..."
"Why?" Vanessa cut into his words, struggling against his grip on her wrists, but he wasn't letting her go. He let out an exasperated sigh. "You're not okay right now, Vanessa. Just sleep. You'll be better by morning."
"But I want you right now," Vanessa whined, wriggling her hot body beneath him. "There's nothing wrong. We've been married for seven years. It's going to be okay, just take me..."
Rowen swallowed hard. "Vanes..."
Before he could finish speaking, she wrapped her legs around his, pushed her upper body up, and pressed her lips against his.
