Marrying Her: The Keeping Her Christmas Wedding (The Keeping Her Series Book 5) by Kelly Lucille

she arched back and screamed at the
pleasure he was forcing on her.  When he felt her thighs begin to jerk, losing
their rhythm, he pulled back and looked up the long soft curves of her body. 
    The confusion that came
up behind the need was fucking adorable.  She pushed her hips towards him.  “Demon,
what?”  Her words were breathless.  “What are you doing ?”  She pushed
harder trying to get her hips against him.  At this point any part of him would
do, she was that close.  Demon shoved a long thick finger inside her, watching her
arch back and gasp out a hard breath.  Her hips started moving immediately, but
he held her still only to get very angry green eyes lasering in on him.
    “Demon,” his name said
through gritted teeth had never been so fucking sexy.  He felt for her, he
really did; he had deliberately kept on his jeans knowing he would have no
control when he started this.  But now his dick was trying to drive straight
through the denim, and the feel of her clasped tight and wet and pulsing around
his finger was not helping that one damn bit.
    “I need to ask you
something,” he said, aware that his wolf was so close to the surface the words
were almost unrecognizable behind the growl.
    “Now?!” she screeched,
shoving at him with both hips and arms, which did nothing but make him grit his
teeth and shudder at the feel of her beneath him.  “You want to ask me
something now?!”
    “I want you to marry me,”
he said flat out without build up, because fuck if he would last much longer.  “Say
you’ll marry me and I will take you to heights of pleasure you have never seen.”
    Clytie stilled her
struggles, her eyes clearing enough to catch the intent look on his face.  She
studied him closely, even as she tried to catch her breath. “You really want
this,” she said and the surprise was enough that it pushed the desire back and
he could see her thinking.
    Well, that won’t fucking
do.  He pushed a second finger in to join the first and
watched her hiss, her eyes flashing with pleasure and narrowing in angst at his
obvious ploy.  She bit her lip and growled just a little in warning; her hips
jerked but she took a deep breath forcing out the words he could see forming in
her eyes.  Rejection.  Fuck!
    “You said you didn’t want
to get married.”
    “I don’t,” he mumbled,
knowing she would know if he lied.  He watched a little light die in her eyes,
cursing himself for a fool but finished anyway.  “But I do want to be married
to you.”
    She looked adorably
rumpled and confused.  Her words coming out like a whip.  “ That makes no
sense .”
    Demon hissed out a breath
and moved his hands from the seductive heat of her pussy to the sweet curve of
her thigh, then to the space between them where he worked to free his dick from
the vice of his jeans.  “I want you to be my wife,” he punctuated the words by
grabbing those hips again and yanking her into the position he needed.  “I want
you to belong to me in the eyes of anyone and everyone, human or shifter.” 
Then he thrust deep, taking the hot wet sensitive heat of her pussy while his
eyes held hers, allowing her to see the beast in him that craved her.  “I want
there to never be a doubt in anyone’s mind that you are mine.”  Another hard
thrust that had Clytie quivering around him, her eyes trying to close on him. 
He snapped his teeth in warning and her eyes shot back open.  “I want you to have no doubt who you belong to.”
    He watched her suck in a
much needed breath while she tried to think with him pounding her inside and
out.  “Demon . . .”
    “I want to see my ring on
your finger and yours on mine.”  My mark, he thought.  Fuck yes, he
wanted that.  He reached back into his dangling pocket while she took in his
meaning.
    It stopped her words
cold, and he thrust again, adjusting until he hit just the right spot so that
she hissed her pleasure.  “Marriage doesn’t mean shit to me.  I