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His lips come closer, his minty breath wafts past my ear. I shudder when he whispers, “Go ahead and tell me you don’t want me, princess.”
I open my eyes and my fingers move of their own volition, wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer with a groan. Taking the final little move he takes my mouth, claims it, stamps it with his name.
“Liam?” I whimper, begging. I rub my legs together restlessly and whine low in my throat. His mouth moves on mine, his chuckle on my lips setting off a fire in my soul. It soars higher when his lips move deeper, caressing me like I’m the most precious thing on this planet. And yet it’s lustful, powerful. Masculine on every level.
“You need me, don’t you, princess?” he whispers, his body sliding nearer, so that he can rest over top of me, covering me.
My hands scrabble at the back of his neck, trying to pull him closer, needing him on me, inside me, surrounding me.
But he pulls back, pulling my hands free and shackling them. I struggle, wanting to touch his smooth, warm skin. Mewling and whining, I tug at my arms.
He shakes them and sighs roughly. “Baby girl, I want an answer. Because if I take you, it’s gonna be bare and I’m going to bury myself so deep inside of you that I’m gonna plant my fucking seed. I want to see you fucking glowing while you carry my baby. I need to make my mark. Need to make you mine wholly and completely.”
“Are you sure?” I whisper, stilling to study his eyes, trying to piece together all the things I see.
Lust and desire. I see those for sure. Glowing golden lights that warm up the dark depths of his eyes. But I also see a tenderness that I’m not expecting. Although I should be. He’s been nothing but sweet and gentle to me since he found me after the accident.
“What do you say, Candy? I need an answer. I’m as sure as a man can be. You’re perfect for me.”
Is that enough? Is it enough to know that he may not love me but he wants me and he thinks I’m perfect for him. He likes me.
I nod my head slowly, still a little unsure. But the blaze of heat in his eyes washes away all my current concerns.
“Thank you, baby girl. I’m gonna make you a helluva husband.” He turns to walk out of the room and I sit up, hollering.
“Wait! Where are you going? I thought….” I sit back in the bed and cover my eyes with my hand when he turns at the door, smirking.
“Baby, you’ve waited this long. You can wait until after the ceremony which will be as soon as I can possibly make it.”
“But,” I sputter.
“Nope. You’re not gonna change my mind.” He points a finger at me and grins. “But believe me, I’ll make sure that you don’t have to wait long. I want a baby in that belly as soon as I can get you under me.”
He walks out of the door and I hear his gruff voice floating back to me. “Get ready, baby girl. I’m gonna get you knocked up and tied to me so fast your head is gonna spin.”
And with that, he’s gone and I’m frustrated. My body throbbing with so much need and desire that it feels like the blood is pumping faster and harder than it ever has before. A flush washes over me and I roll over and groan into the pillow.
Until I am tied to that man, I have a feeling my body is going to be tied in knots, desperately wanting him.
Pain and torture leading to what I think is going to be the most pleasure I’ve ever felt.
Unless I can break him. But almost immediately I wipe that idea out of my mind.
There’s no way he could want me as much as I want him.
