"Please make me yours."
"Say that again, with the right words."
"Please make me yours, Daddy."
The bed dips as he gets up and helps me turn around. I can't believe I'm naked and spread-eagled in front of Jacob Barnes. That ache inside me calls for him, and I open my legs even wider in invitation.
"Are you sure about this, Marci? There's no going back after I claim you."
I nod at him and lick my lips invitingly.
"Use your words, baby girl. I need to hear it."
"I understand, Jacob. Take me now, please. Don't make me beg."
"Oh, you'll beg plenty when the time comes. Right now, I need to be deep inside you, so you understand who you belong to."
His possessive words make a chill run through me. Yes, I want to belong to him more than anything in this world. I reach for hishand and pull him on top of me. Once again, the heat of his skin against mine surprises me, but it's a good feeling.
He's resting on his forearms, and his eyes never leave mine. There's hunger there, and I'm ready to be claimed. I use some of the courage that has filled me while I'm with him and rock my hips against him so that the tip of his cock teases my entrance.
His eyes darken, and I know I've probably earned another spanking. It doesn't matter. I do it again, begging with my body. His whole body is tense, and I know I shouldn't tease him, but I can't help myself. What he says next makes my heart skip a beat.
"I don't know if I can do this, baby girl."
I place my hands on his lower back and hold on tight to him.
"Why?"
"I'm scared of hurting you. I'm scared of failing you. I'm scared that if I take you now, I'll never let you go."
"I have my own fears, Jacob. But now there are two of us. We can handle anything together. I just know it. I know what you're thinking, that I'm being naïve."
He flops down next to me and sighs noisily. I put my head on his chest and hook a leg over his. I want to be as close as possible during this conversation.
"I don't even have my own home."
"You'll build me one."
"How do you know I can build a house?"
"I've been watching you from afar. You're handy. Either way, you can get someone to help you with it. Stop worrying about these things."
"I won't be able to marry you until I have somewhere we can live."
"Haha, good try. I'll live here with you. Hey, did you sneak a marriage proposal in there?” I tease. “That's not fair."
"You're right. It's not fair. I should have a ring for you, and flowers and champagne to celebrate."
"Ugh, I'd rather not drink, thank you very much."
"Marci."
"Huh?"
"Are you sure you'll take an old man like me as your husband?"
"Ask me properly."
