A shiver darted down my spine, loving his authoritative kinky tone.
I knew my answer, but I bit my bottom lip. “Um, how long can I think about it?”
I gasped as he pressed me onto my back, then hoisted up the silver dress and revealed my nakedness. I’d left him the gift of my underwear this morning and hadn’t replaced them.
He groaned. “God, you’re going to kill me.” He sank a finger inside me, burying his face into my hair. “Yes or no, Elle. Put me out of my misery.” Hunger poured off him, infecting me until I squirmed with starvation. He was so much bigger than me, so much stronger, so damn beautiful, yet with one little word, I had the power to break him into smithereens.
Just like he’d broken me.
I toyed with the idea of saying no. To give him a taste of his own medicine, but he withdrew his touch and rolled onto his side.
“You’re all I want, Elle. I was a jackass.” He kissed me reverently then contradicted it with sudden aggression. “It fucking destroyed me to go over there. To tell you to leave me. Feeling that god-crushing emptiness of having everything I ever wanted then giving it all away again. It hurt so fucking much.”
More tears sprang to my eyes at his confession and soul-bearing honesty. He cut me open, leaving me to bleed in his arms.
“I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. More than I ever wanted a dry place to sleep. More than food even after two days of none.” A cocky smirk twisted his lips. “That’s the truth, but the one you truly need to know is I’m crazy in love with you, and you’re not leaving my bed until you say yes.”
“Is that a threat?”
“Do you want it to be?”
My eyes hooded. “Maybe.”
“I don’t mind spending decades convincing you.” Undoing his belt and zipper, he pushed his jeans and boxer-briefs down to mid-thigh. His erection sprang thick and hard.
My legs spread in invitation. “Good because I think I need convincing.”
Pressing over me, his body vibrated with tension. His arousal soaked from his skin to mine as he found my entrance.
His lips moved against mine, hot and wet. We devoured each other, turning wilder and more in lust every second. Bites and licks and the incessant urge to join, to mate.
His cock throbbed at my core, tormenting me, making me heavy and achy with need.
“I’ll be miserable without you, Elle. Please don’t make me be miserable.”
“You’re making me miserable.” I rocked against him, begging him to fill me. My senses were drenched in him—his scent and taste. I needed him to finish what he started before I went completely out of my mind.
“You want me?” He angled himself, mounting me in every sense. “You have me.” He plunged inside.
“Oh, God.” My eyes blacked out. The room spun.
A groan splashed from both of us. I couldn’t stop my hips grinding into him as he thrust inch by savage inch.
“Is this enough convincing?” He captured my mouth as his hips flexed into mine, driving me hard against the bed.
“Not...quite...” I patted myself on the back for even attempting to speak with him fucking me, drugging me.
“More?”
I moaned when he sucked on my tongue.
His kisses came wrapped in apologizes and screw-ups. His nips were loaded with passion and love.
He held nothing back. Giving me everything he had left to give.
But I was greedy.
“More, definitely more.” I sank my fingernails into his ass, pulling him harder, making him fill me deeper. He completed me.
I wanted him. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him for all eternity.
His breath came out in a shudder as our rhythm picked up, going from teasing to committed.
His mouth locked on mine again. One hand in my hair and the other on my chin, his lips taught mine a violent dance. His tongue thrust into my mouth at the same tempo as his cock plunged into my pussy.
My teeth sank into his lower lip as I arched into his hold. I was pinned by him. Held hostage by sex while he waited for an answer to his unconventional marriage proposal.
“You said yes to the fake one,” he growled, thrusting faster. “Say yes to a real one.”
I drank air like liquid. “I never said yes to the first one. I remember saying no multiple times.”
He flattened me into the bed. “I didn’t let you say no then. And I won’t let you say no now.” His passion overflowed. His fist landed in my hair, tugging hard enough to remind me I was completely at his mercy.
I slept with him in utmost trust that he’d never use his strength to hurt me.
“You can’t make me say yes by fucking me, Penn.”
“I can’t?” He surged into me, making the familiar fireworks grab a lighter and hold a flame to their fuses.
I glued my lips together, holding back my moan as my body prepared to spindle and shoot into euphoric abandon.
“Do you trust me?” he whispered, his tongue tracing my ear.
Even swept away, so close to coming, I nodded, grabbing his shoulders with my nails. “Unequivocally.”
“In that case. Say yes.”
His gaze searched mine, his features turning brittle and sharp with his desire to come. “You put me through hell because I love you so fucking much, and I put you through hell because I come with baggage. But I’m willing to fight together, Elle. Are you?”
His hands found my hair again, holding me in place as he undid me with desperate kisses. “Marry me. Goddammit, Elle.”
He thrust into me, switching the spark for annihilation.
I threw my head back and screamed as my body waked around his. My pussy fisted his cock, and every orgasm bubble popped down my legs.
His black chuckle brought me back to earth where he chased me off the cliff.
His fingertips brushed across my cheek. “Fuck, I love watching you come.” He drove deeper into me. “It makes me so hard.” Thrust. “I can’t fucking control myself.” Plunge. “Christ, Elle.” His wickedly sexy mouth brushed over mine, feeding me his growl as the splashes of his cum filled me.
His eyes snapped closed as his body jerked.
Holding him while he came down from his high, keeping him safe, threading our lives into one, I murmured, “Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you, Nameless.”
Epilogue
Penn
SIX MONTHS OF fucking heaven.
Six months of waking up with Elle in my arms.
Six months of being hissed at by Sage for crowding Elle on the couch at night after a long day at work.
Six months of working out of an office at Belle Elle, running my charity, and trading the penny stocks I’d become so fond of.
Six wonderfully happy months where Elle’s father welcomed me wholeheartedly into the family, Larry finalized the adoption on Stewie, and life settled into a full, joyful world rather than an empty, lonely one.
A few months ago, I’d taken Elle to Fishkill to see Gio.