*Mature content*

"What's the problem, Linda?"

"What's the problem.." she scoffed, "Danny, ever since the crash you've been walking on eggshells. You don't do anything the same way. You don't hug me the same, you don't kiss me the same, you don't love me the same. Hell, you don't even look at me the same."

"Linda, things can't be the way they were-"

"Don't you see? I want them to be the same. I want to act like the crash never happened. Don't you get it? We were so in love, and I just wanna go back to that."

"Wanna go back?" Danny stepped closer to her. "I haven't stopped loving you. I just don't wanna hurt you. D@mmit, Linda... you were almost dead. In fact, you did die. Twice. But they shocked you back. I have never been so scared in my entire life. But nothing's going to change the fact that I love you—"

"Then prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it." Linda said quietly. "Prove it. Make love to me. When you looked at me while I was bedridden at the hospital, you looked so hurt, so lost, so... scared. And I'm never going to forget that look. It's been haunting me for months. I wanna replace it with the look you get when you're about to have a high. I wanna see that devilish smirk on your face. Make love to me, Danny. Make me feel loved. Make me know you still want me... do you still want me?" She asked, barely audible.

"Of course I do. And I'll prove it, as per your request. If I hurt you in any way—"

Linda cut Danny off by placing her lips on his, her hands cupped his face. She kissed him feverishly, needing to feel his love, his devotion, needing to feel him. She rested her forehead on his and sighed. "Hurt me, Danny."

"What?" Did he hear that right? Linda was asking him to hurt her?

"Hurt me. Do it hard. So hard that my legs are sore. That I have bruises and hickeys everywhere. Hurt me, Danny. Do it. I need it. Please."

Danny was hesitant, he never wanted to hurt her. Now here she was, asking- practically begging for him to hurt her. "I don't-"

"Please, Danny. You want me to get better? Then do it. Bang me harder then you have ever done before. Break the bed if you have to. Just do it. Please."

"Okay... you asked for it..."

Linda yelped as Danny thrust into her, her head tilting backwards. At the speed and velocity her husband was going, she wouldn't be able to walk for quite some time. Her breathing became fast and short. She moaned as Danny but down on her neck.

Danny had forgotten about intentionally holding back. He didn't want to hurt Linda, even though she wanted him to. The feeling he got when he was pressed against her, her body a writhing mess beneath him, edged him to give it his all. He knew Linda would be black and blue by the time they were done, but that's what she had wanted.

"Danny..." Linda weakly babbled as her high hit her hard. She arched into her husband, feeling the wetness dripping down her thighs. She convulsed with pleasure, forgetting how to form logical thoughts, forgetting how to breathe.

After his high, Danny rolled over with Linda in his arms. She rested comfortably on top of him, still reeling from the pleasure.

"Did that help?" He asked breathlessly.

"Yeah..." she kissed his lips languidly, wanting more.

"After that, you want more?"

"Oh, yes." She breathed into his ear.

"Me too."

Linda giggled, happy that things were going back to normal. Danny was right when he told her things would never be the same again. She was okay with that, because things were going to be better.