Page 19 of Eff Marry Kill

Her eyes flash unholy fire. "What did you do?"

It's wild how the way she growls immediately turns my dick to steel. Something about her feisty and pissed just does it for me. I abandon the stove, stomping across the kitchen toward her.

She tries to dodge me, but I'm a professional athlete. I'm pretty sure the last time she ran, she was being chased by an angry raccoon. There is no competition.

Within seconds, I've got her plastered against the wall with her legs around my waist. Past Me is a fucking genius for not packing her any underwear. All I have to do is slip my hand between her legs…

"Huxley!" she moans, clawing at my shoulders.

"Your stuff is at my place," I growl, pulling one hard nipple into my mouth. My thumb grinds against her clit. "It's at our place, Starlight."

"I'm n-not—"

A dark growl rumbles from my lips. I slip two fingers inside her, curling them up to stroke her G-Spot. "You aren't what?" I rasp, fucking her hard and fast with my fingers. "Go ahead and finish that sentence, baby girl. I dare you."

"I…I'm…"

I don't give her a chance to finish it before tugging my sweats down. My dick pops free, bouncing against her clit.

"Finish it," I taunt, lining up at her entrance. "Tell me what you aren't going to do."

"I…I…"

I yank her down on me, my face buried in her throat.

Her head falls back against the wall, my name leaving her lips in a soft wail as she shatters around my cock.

"That's what I thought," I breathe against her skin, nipping at the pulse hammering there. "You're moving in with me, where you belong." I link our fingers together, pinning them over her head. "You're going to be in our bed with me, where I can do this to you every night." I pound into her, not giving her a second to breathe. "You're going to be wearing my ring, carrying my kid, using my last name."

"Huxley!" she cries.

"I want it all, Nova," I groan. "You've kept me waiting for four hundred and eighty-four days already. I'm a desperate man, willing to do shady shit. Don't make me beg, baby girl." I will, if that's what it takes. I'll get down on my knees and crawl if it makes her happy. Whatever she wants, so long as she agrees to move in and let me put a ring on her finger. I don't want it. I need it more than I need oxygen at this point.

"Please," she whimpers, writhing all over me. "Oh, please."

"Please, what?"

"Fuck me!" she sobs. "Please, fuck me, Hux."

"Gladly," I grunt, releasing her hands to grab her ass. I lift her up and down my cock, pounding into her so deeply I know she's going to feel me tomorrow. I hope to God she feels me tomorrow and every day after.

She sobs and chokes and gasps just like she did last night, taking everything I give her and then begging for more. When I sink my teeth into the hollow of her throat, the way she clamps down on me is perfection.

She comes like a dream, milking my own orgasm from me. I roar her name into the kitchen, buried to the hilt inside her as I give her everything I have. I can't think. I can't breathe. All I can do is cling to her, lost in ecstasy.

"Yes," she whispers into the void.

Slowly, my head comes up, that single word unlocking every muscle in my body. My heart slams against my ribcage.

"What?" I ask, just to make sure I'm not hearing shit.

"Yes," she says again, a soft smile on her face. "I'll move in with you, even though you didn't ask. I'll even marry you, even though you didn't put a ring on my finger, Huxley Saint. If you're crazy, I guess I am too." She laughs, her eyes shining. "We might as well be crazy together, right?"

"Jesus," I haul her away from the wall, stumbling across the kitchen to the island. She lands on top, squeaking indignantly. The sound fades to a grunt when I cover her mouth with mine, kissing her wildly.

"Say it again," I growl.

"Which part?"