“No.” I grab her hands, threading our fingers together and pinning them above her head on the plush rug. “We're doing this my way.”
The lights reflect in her eyes as she stares up at me, surrendering control. I establish a rhythm that's torturously slow, each thrust deliberate and deep. I want to feel every fucking inch of her, want her to feel every inch of me.
“Feel that?” I murmur, grinding against her. “Feel how perfect we fit?”
She nods, unable to speak as I roll my hips. Our joined hands tighten, her fingers squeezing mine with each thrust.
“This pussy is mine,” I tell her, maintaining the slow, deep pace. “No one else gets to feel how fucking perfect you are.”
“Yours,” she agrees, her voice breaking on the word.
I lower my head, pressing my lips to her hairline where tiny beads of sweat have formed. The scent of her shampoo mixes with peppermint and sex, creating an combination that's uniquely us.
“I love the way you smell,” I murmur against her skin, trailing kisses down to her forehead. “Love the way you taste. Forever going to associate peppermint with your pussy and my love.”
My hips never stop their slow, steady rhythm as I continue my path of kisses. Her nose, her cheeks, finally capturing her lips in a kiss that's surprisingly tender given how filthy this night has been.
“Beck,” she whispers against my mouth, her eyes filling with something deeper than lust.
I kiss her again, then move to her neck, sucking lightly at her pulse point. My thrusts remain measured and deep, dragging every sensation out for both of us. It's not just fucking anymore—it's never been just fucking with her.
“It feels like you’re everywhere right now,” she gasps.
I bury my face in the crook of her neck, breathing her inas I continue the slow, intense rhythm. Her legs tighten around my waist, her body trembling beneath mine.
I lift my head to look at her, finding her eyes filled with tears.
“I love you,” I growl against her lips, picking up my pace. “Fuck, I love you so goddamn much it hurts.”
“I love you too,” she whispers back, her voice breaking as I thrust deeper.
“I want everything with you,” I tell her, the words spilling out before I can stop them. “Not just tonight. Not just tomorrow. Every day.”
“I want that too.” her heels dig into my back.
“I want to marry you,” I confess, punctuating each word with a deep thrust that makes her gasp. “I don’t want just random nights. I want to wake up with you every fucking morning and fall asleep with you every night. I want every smile, every fight, every moan, every Christmas and every New Year until I die.”
“Beck—” she starts, but I silence her with a hard, possessive kiss.
“I want to put my babies in you,” I growl against her mouth. “Watch you grow round with my child. See you holding our daughter or son. Fuck, I want that so bad.”
Her pussy clenches around me at my words, her back arching off the rug.
“Yes,” she moans, her nails digging into my shoulders. “God, yes.”
I fuck her deeper now, driven by the images flooding my mind—Hennessy in a white dress, Hennessy with a swollen belly, Hennessy holding our child.
“I'll even get your dad to fucking tolerate me,” I promise, though the thought of Javier Vega makes my blood boil. “I'lldo whatever it takes. He can hate me all he wants, but I'm not going anywhere.”
She laughs, the sound turning into a moan as I change the angle.
“Please don’t talk about my dad right now,” she gasps.
“He's going to have to get used to me,” I tell her, sliding my hand between our bodies to circle her clit. “Because I'm not giving you up. Not ever.”
Her eyes lock with mine, glazed with pleasure but sharp with understanding. I mean every fucking word.
“I want to change your last name,” I confess, my rhythm becoming more urgent as heat builds at the base of my spine. “Can't stand the thought of you not sharing mine. Want you to be mine in every way.”
