She was at his mercy, and he did not spare her.

Savagely, fiercely, he rained burning kisses upon her shrinking face, upon her neck, her shoulders, her hands, till, after many seconds of vain resistance, spent, quivering, terrified, she broke into agonized tears against his breast.
His hold relaxed then, but tightened again as her trembling limbs refused to support her.

He held her for a while till her agitation had in some degree subsided; then at last he took her two shaking hands into one of his, and turned her face upwards.
Once more his eyes held hers, but the fire in them had died down to a smoulder.

His mouth was grim.
"Come!" he said quietly, "you won't defy me after this ?" Her white lips only quivered in reply.

She made no further effort to resist him.
Very slowly he took his arm from her, still holding her hands.
"You have married a savage," he said, "but you would never have known it if you had not taunted me with your defiance.