“It’s not enough for me.” He stood, sinking his hands into her full hair to hold her head. Henry used his grip to get her to look at him. She opened her thighs, and he slid between her. His cock bumped her stomach. Even with the seriousness of their conversation, he wanted her, craved her in the most divine of ways. “I want you to have my name.”

“Is this about your kid being born a bastard or some weird kind of crap? It’s the twenty-first century, Henry. Your kid doesn’t need your name.”

He smiled. “I don’t give a shit about my kid’s name. I need to own you, possess you, and know that everyone who ever meets you will see that ring on your finger and back the fuck off.”

April tilted her head to the side to stare at him. “Are you staking your claim?”


Her smile widened. “Well, I never picked you for a Neanderthal.”

Dropping a kiss to her lips, he rubbed his cheek against hers. “When it comes to you I’ll do whatever I have to in order to claim you.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” She gripped his arms.

“Why are you always fighting me?” he asked. “You’re in love with me. We’re going to have a baby, and you’re not giving in to what we both want.”

He watched her lick her lips and visibly swallow. What did she have to be nervous about?

“I guess, after everything that’s happened in our lives, I’m scared you’re going to marry me and after the baby’s born, you’re going to regret it. You were once with my best friend, and that same best friend tried to kill me. I’m just—I’m scared, Henry. I’m so scared.” She nibbled on her lip. Her insecurity touched his heart.


Touching her hip, he took her lips, plunging his tongue inside her mouth to taste all of her. She moaned and her nails sank into the flesh of his arms. The slight bite of pain was a welcome relief against the panic that she always caused. April was the one woman he wanted more than anything, yet she constantly found ways to pull away from him. He hated that he couldn’t catch her.

Henry knew deep in his heart and soul, he’d never stop trying to catch his woman. April completed him.

Breaking the kiss, he ran a thumb along her swollen lips. “When it comes to you, April, I’ll never have any regrets. I love you. Marry me and make me the happiest man in the world.”

Tears filled her eyes, and he hated seeing them.

“No more tears.” He kissed each tear away tasting the salty drops on his tongue.

“For the longest time I thought you hated me,” she said, whimpering.


“It’s surreal. I loved you from afar, and I stayed away thinking it was useless and now I know it wasn’t. I’m so happy,” she said.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

“I don’t know.” She started to laugh. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Henry. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

In the next second she squealed as he picked her up in his arms.

“What are you doing?”


April wrapped her legs around his waist, holding on for dear life as he carried her through to the bedroom. Henry’s possessive streak excited her. She’d never known a man be so desperate to claim her.

I’m getting married.

She gave a little squeal. “We’re getting married.”

“Yes, we are.”

“I’m going to be a fat bride if we don’t get married soon. It’s going to look like we had no choice but to get married if we wait to long.”

He kicked open the door to his bedroom and placed her on the bed. She shuffled back toward the pillows as he followed her up. Henry didn’t say another word as he tugged her close, opened her thighs, and gripped his cock. There was no need for words. April gasped as he ran the tip of his cock against her core. He bumped her clit causing an explosion of sensation. She thrust her pelvis against him, needing more contact.

“Please,” she begged.

Henry always had her on the point of begging him. The pleasure was always too much for her. The tip of his cock moved down to her entrance. He eased the first inch inside her.

“We’re going to get the sheets all greasy.”

“I can afford new ones.” He took her hands in his pressing them either side of her head. She moaned as with one long thrust he impaled her with his thick length. Their moans echoed off the walls in the room. “I don’t care how swollen you get with my kid, April, but I’m not waiting too long to marry you. We can have a small ceremony.”

“Weddings take time,” she gasped as he pulled out of her only to slam back inside, his cock more swollen than his first entry. He kissed her hard, stopping her from speaking.

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