That was the coldest night I've spent since being married to Barnabas Collins. While I thought he would disregard my request and still bestow love upon me, he did not. I knew he was in bed with me, but our flesh did not touch. He kissed me goodnight on my forehead, and slept through the next day. When he awoke, he left me in bed alone. I found him in the kitchen, cooking.

"Barnabas," I say, and run my hand down his bare chest. "You've stopped loving my body?"

"Never," he replies, and removes my hand. "I was under the impression you no longer desired my touch."

"Nonsense. I was angry. Please, forgive me, love."

"Alright. There's something I want to give you."

"What is it, my dear?"

I quickly find out exactly what. I'm lifted into the air and on top of Barnabas, my back against the ceiling. His hands are grasping my thighs so tightly I know he's creating bruises, but as his lips find my neck and he caresses it with his tongue, I no longer feel any pain. Another of his shirts rip and we fall to the kitchen floor, breaking bowls from the strainer. Hearing the glass shatter I dig my nails deeper into my husband's skin, and he reacts by tearing off my skirt with his hands at lightning speed. In only our underwear, Barnabas and I roll across all four walls of the living room, Barnabas moving us to our bedroom quickly. The lights expire as we break the lamp. I feel Barnabas's hands running through my hair, pulling it, kissing me fiercely, and massaging me all down my body, lingering at my most intimate places. Suddenly, my lingerie disappears and so do his boxers. My nails run all the way down Barnabas's back until I am on top of him, and I make my way down his body kissing, until giving him immense pleasure below the belt, watching him rip pillows and moan loudly. When he can no longer stand it, he throws me off, and I crash to the floor, where Barnabas joins me, entering me harder than ever before. I gasp in both pleasure and pain, I know he has gone farther into my body. He screams just as I do, and I know this is it, he's going to bite me. His face gets closer, and closer to my neck and then, -no, just a kiss, and a pillow is bitten to shreds of fabric and feathers. Barnabas finishes inside me, and I am completely worn out. I feel him tuck me into what's left of the covers, and I instantly fall asleep.

The next night, I wake up to find Barnabas rubbing my back and singing to me.

"Thank you." I tell him sleepily.

"That, was as rough as it gets, my dear."

"I can feel the bruises and cuts all over me, no! No, I loved every second of it," I assured Barnabas as his face revealed slight regret. "It was the most amazing night."

"I almost bit you."

"Can we make love just like that from now on?"