Nicodemus sat between her legs, his attention being pulled up to her face finally. What was she spewing? He glared at her - openly frustrated. "Nothing is wrong with me. Damn it, I've tried for months and now I have you. I'm not going to let you go," he answered angrily, though it was only after that he realized he was telling her too much. He was supposed to be this husband of hers. From what he could tell from the memories, they never waited months between sex. "Just lay still and enjoy yourself." Or don't enjoy yourself, he added to himself, I don't care.
He shifted on the bed so he could penetrate her while trying to still hold her down. It was going to be hard to hold her down and do what he wanted.