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I swallowed hard, nodding. “I speak French fluently.”
The smile returned and he lowered, grasping my bound hands. “Then it’s no secret. I want you, Lilian. Always. I mean to make that happen. Not too soon, but within the next year or two. If you agree, I want us to get married.”
Married. “In a year or two?”
His cock pushed into my entrance and I moaned while he inched in deeper. “Seems like a good enough amount of time. You can adjust and get better while we get to know each other even more.”
I opened my mouth to speak when he plunged all the way in, leaving me in a frozen state. Remembering what I’d wanted to say became difficult. His thrusts increased, but stayed relatively slow. Muscles flexed in his arms and shoulders while he worked his hips, sending me into even more of a blissful fog.
“Tell me what you think. Is the thought even appealing to you?” His voice was deep and rich with pleasure. I forced my mind to clear enough to answer.
“Two years is too long. A year even seems like forever.”
“So, you like the idea of it then?”
I met his kiss, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. A growl had him pushing his cock in even deeper.
“It more than appeals. I want it. I want you.”
“You have me. God, slave, I’m fucking yours. Right here,” he said, tapping his chest, “this belongs to you. When I died on that table, they may as well have taken it out and given it to you. You’re all I saw. All I knew.”
The deep, red scar that covered his chest was something I could hardly take in. He’d almost died because of me. Had…died. If he hadn’t come back. If he didn’t come back this time…
“Marry me sooner. Marry me now. Before you leave.”
The thrusts stopped and the seriousness on his face made the room sound eerily quiet. Seconds went by while he stared.
“Lilian…”
“Please. What if something happens? What if—”
His hand covered my mouth. “Don’t say it. I’ll be back. And we’ll talk more about this then.”
The moment his hand lifted, I couldn’t stop from arguing. “Marry me now. Tonight.”
A groan had him slamming his cock into me. “I can’t.”
“Why not? You can. We’ll go to Vegas. We’ll get married the moment we get there and you can still leave by tomorrow.”
Zain’s hand came back down to silence me and still, he pounded harder. “You’re making this impossible,” he groaned out. “Do you think I don’t want you as my wife right now? Fuck, I do, slave, but I can’t. I gave your brother my word that we wouldn’t rush. You know I can’t break that.”
A sound of frustration pushed against my throat and I tossed my head back and forth, sinking my teeth into my Master’s hand. His eyes narrowed, but he stayed silent as I let go.
“Damn you for doing that. This is our lives, not Slade’s. Between the two of you, you’re going to drive me insane. Now, just…”
“What? Fuck you? Oh, honey, I’m going to. No one is more pissed about this than me. If I had any idea you would have even teased the idea of marriage, I would have never promised.”
I could have screamed for as angry as I was, but I let the slamming thrusts take over, erasing how my brother seemed to be manipulating us all. But I knew his reasons. He wanted to make sure Zain was the one and I had to admit, he was a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. He was right to force us both in the corner. Unless we defied Slade, we were at his mercy.
“Hey, right here.” His fingers clasped onto my jaw as he brought my attention back to him. My face jerked, challenging him, trying to drag out whatever else he was hiding. At the tighter squeezing, he dove down, crushing his mouth to mine. The hold eased and he moved further down until he had my neck in his hold. Air faded, drawing me back to the moments where he held, but never stole, my oxygen. Now, I knew just how much he wanted to. There were times he’d applied pressure but never like he did now.
I tried to move, tempting his darkness. His other hand rose and locked in my hair, making me immobile. Oxygen was almost nonexistent and my sudden rush of fear had me fighting harder. His hand rose, slapping against my cheek in a steady tap.
“You fucking do it for me,” he said, going back to holding my face and kissing me. I felt my arousal shoot through the roof as his finger pushed into my mouth and his tongue traced over it, circling around my lips. “I want your pussy tightening around my cock again.”
The rotation of his hips had the friction against my clit, sending me right to the brink. Over and over, he pushed up against me until I was almost screaming from pleasure.
“Come, baby girl. Give me what I want.”
