"No."
Her eyes blazed with fury and desperate need. "Why not?"
"Because I told you. When I fuck you, it's going to be for the rest of our lives." I moved back up her body, caging her in withmy arms. "So if you want my dick, Shanice, you're going to have to agree to marry me. For real. Not because you have to. Because you want to."
"That's not fair."
"I don't care about fair. I care about you. About us." I kissed her hard. "I love you. And I'm not fucking you until you admit you love me too."
"I’m not…"
I dropped back down and sucked her clit hard, my fingers thrusting deep. She screamed, her whole body tensing, right on the edge.
Then I stopped again.
"Say it," I demanded. "Tell me you love me. Tell me you want to marry me. Tell me you're mine."
Tears streamed down her face. "You're torturing me."
"I'm showing you what it's been like for me. Wanting you. Needing you. Not being able to have you." I gave her another slow lick. "Now say it."
"I can't."
"Yes, you can." I thrust my fingers into her again, curling them. "Say it, Shanice. Tell me the truth."
"I love you," she finally sobbed. "God help me, I love you."
Relief and triumph surged through me. "Again."
"I love you. I hate that I love you, but I do."
"And?"
"And I want to marry you." She was crying harder now, her body trembling. "I want to be yours. I want all of it. Just please, please let me come."
"One more thing." I looked up at her, holding her gaze. "Say you'll marry me tomorrow. At the courthouse. Say you'll become my wife."
"Yes," she gasped. "Yes, I'll marry you tomorrow. I'll be your wife. Now pleeeeease!"
I didn't make her beg anymore.
I lowered my head and brought her over the edge with ruthless efficiency. She came apart screaming my name, her whole body shaking, her hands pulling my hair hard enough to make my scalp burn.
I worked her through it, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until she was boneless and spent. Then I crawled back up her body and pulled her into my arms. She was crying, great heaving sobs against my chest.
"I've got you," I murmured, stroking her hair. "I've got you, baby. You're safe. You're mine. I've got you."
"I can't believe I said yes," she hiccupped. "I can't believe I'm actually doing this."
"Do you regret it?"
She was quiet for a long moment. Then she said, "Ask me in a year."
I smiled against her hair. "Fair enough."
We lay there in silence, her breathing gradually evening out. I could feel her exhaustion, the emotional toll of everything that had happened.
"Tomorrow," she said quietly. "We're really doing this tomorrow?"
