“Yes!”  Her declaration was passionate and loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.  “You know I do!” she moaned, turning on her side and reaching for his heavy cock with an eager hand.

Capturing her wrist with one hand, he shook his head as he kept his other hand moving steadily against his aching member. “Then admit that you belong to me,” he demanded tightly.  “Show me that you’re mine.”

Her breath caught in her throat as she watched him stroke himself again, twisting his wrist when he reached the head of his penis.  “H-how?” she asked faintly, unable to tear her eyes away from his beautifully hard cock as she licked her lips.

“How do you show me?” she heard him ask, his voice deep and hypnotic, mesmerizing her as she held her breath and waited for him to speak.

Lifting a hand to caress her smooth cheek, Devil smiled wickedly.  Bending one knee, he pulled Molly over him to lie between his legs.  “You can start by saying that you’ll be my wife,” he challenged her as he drew the remains of her silk shirt and bra down her arms and dropped it over the side of the bed.  “Admit you want to be my wife, Molly.”

“Devil, you don’t understand,” Molly mumbled, dropping her eyes to stare at his chest. 

“I understand that some insensitive bitch said some things to hurt you today.  She said something that obviously made you doubt marrying me.  I don’t know what it was.  I don’t need to know what it was.  What you need to know is that nothing she said… nothing anyone could say will convince me that we’re not doing the right thing.”

“For Nana,” Molly acknowledged softly without lifting her eyes.  “I get it.”

“Yes, for Nana,” Devil confirmed with a nod as he watched her shuttered face.  “But not just for Nana.  Molly, you’re in my arms, naked.  That’s not for Nana.  She might have been the catalyst for what’s developed between us, but the chemistry… that was always there.  Nana has nothing to do with the fact that I’m hard as a rock for you right now,” he explained gently as his hand slid up and down the smooth skin of her back.  “That’s all you.  That’s what you’re able to do to me.  Don’t let some jealous bitch that doesn’t even know you or me ruin what’s been happening between us.  You’d hate to see me ruin some young woman’s life for being an idiot, wouldn’t you?  I probably wouldn’t feel all that great about it, but if her flapping jaw costs me the woman I want…”

“Deborah isn’t that bad,” Molly replied with a sigh, finally lifting her gaze to his.  “She just made a lot of assumptions based on the gossip that’s been circulating about us.  You wouldn’t go after her for that.”

“Try me,” Devil challenged, tightening his arms around Molly as he stared into her emerald eyes.  “I’ve destroyed people’s careers for a hell of a lot less.”

Pursing her lips, Molly frowned.  “You’re overreacting.”

“So are you,” Devil whispered, shifting one hand to cradle her cheek.  “Aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” Molly admitted grudgingly, shifting against his body as she shrugged.  “I hate being the subject of gossip.  Sue me.”

Lifting his head from the pillow, Devil captured Molly’s lips for a slow, wet kiss, sucking her lower lip before slipping past her parted lips to brush his tongue against hers.  Smiling against her mouth, he brushed his thumb against her cheek.  “I could, you know.  Sue you.  Breach of promise is a serious offense.  I could claim irreparable harm to my psyche,” he murmured between slow nibbles of her lips.

“You are so full of shit, Devil Delancy.  You were crazy as a loon long before I got involved in your life.”  Molly giggled as his hand landed against her ass.  “Devil!” she admonished, smacking his chest in retribution as his warm hand rubbed the abused cheek.

“Don’t misbehave and you won’t get spanked,” he offered with a smug grin as she glared at him.  “Now, tell me that you’ve forgotten this business about calling off our wedding.  Unless you want to break my heart, Nana’s heart, and don’t even get me started on what your mother would do.”

“That’s low.  You’d use my own momma against me?”

“I’ll do whatever I have to do to keep you, Molly,” Devil replied truthfully, not feeling a bit guilty about it.

“You know you aren’t exactly getting a bargain here, right?  I’m stubborn and temperamental.  I don’t like sharing, and I hog the covers, too,” Molly muttered, chewing her lower lip.

“Molly, I’m aware of your so-called faults.  I’ve been around since you were born, remember?  And I don’t feel like I’m getting a bargain here.  I’m taking the prize even if I have to steal her.  Haven’t you learned yet that I always get what I want?”

“Egotistical jerk.” 

“Hey, I’m willing to overlook your faults.  You’ll have to see your way past a few of mine, too.”  He winked at her as his hand trailed over the swell of her ass.  “I have my strengths, too.  Tell me that you’re mine and I’ll show you my biggest one,” he offered, thrusting gently against her and pulling a startled gasp from her lips when his cock probed her swollen folds.

“Are you trying to seduce the answer you want out of me, Devil?” Molly moaned as he rocked against her slick pussy again.

“Whatever it takes, baby,” he growled against her neck, gently biting at the hollow between her throat and shoulder.  “Tell me, Molly,” he demanded against her ear as his hand tightened on the curve of her ass and shifted her over his cock.

“You aren’t playing fair, Devil!”  Molly groaned as he teased her with the feel of his swollen manhood.

“First, I’m not playing at all, darlin’,” Devil informed her huskily, nipping at one of her stiffened nipples with his teeth. “And second, I’ve learned that the only fair fight is the one you lose.  I make it a point to avoid losing at all costs, sweetheart,” he added with a slow smile as he plucked her other nipple playfully.  “What’s it gonna be, Molly?  Who do you belong to?”

“You!” Molly whimpered as the ache inside her built to unbearable heights.  “God help me, but I’m yours,” she moaned, wrapping one hand around his neck and pulling his mouth toward hers.

Finally satisfied that he’d managed to solidify the foundation that their marriage would be built upon, Devil slammed his mouth against Molly’s and rolled her until he hovered above her body with her long legs gripping his waist.  Her tongue met his frantically, tangling in an erotic dance that neither of them wanted to end. 

Forcing her mouth away from his, Molly shook her head.  She’d be damned if he got his own way without giving her something in return.  He might hold the keys to her heart, but she’d be damned if her engine would turn over without some serious negotiation.  “Oh, no.  I’m not the only one that’s going to have to make some concessions here, Dev,” she insisted, shoving at his broad shoulders until he rolled back over on the bed and she shifted to straddle him.  Planting one trim leg on either side of his body, she braced her hands against his solid chest and stared down at him.

“Well, since you’re giving me everything I want by agreeing to be my wife, I can’t imagine there’s much I’d deny you, babe,” Devil replied huskily, his gaze soft on her determined face.

“Oh, this isn’t about what you would deny me, Devil,” Molly returned, bending her head to drop a kiss against the center of his chest.  “It’s about what I’m going to take from you,” she whispered, dragging her tongue down the center of his belly until her lips hovered just above his straining cock. 

Groaning as he felt her hot breath fanning his groin, Devil buried a hand in Molly’s tussled hair.  She looked like a siren as she blew against the mushroom tip of his dick, her wanton gaze meeting his as she smiled a slow seductive smile.  “Make your demand, vixen,” he ordered roughly as her tongue snuck past her parted lips to swipe at his aching staff.

Dragging her tongue underneath the flared head of his cock, Molly hummed happily when she heard Devil hiss in a deep breath.  “All in good time,” she murmured a second before she flicked her tongue wickedly against the drop of cum that had accumulated at the tip of his penis.

“Jesus!  Fuck, Molly!” Devil growled, arching his hips as his abdomen tensed when her wicked mouth covered the head of his dick, and she swirled her tongue around it.  “You’re killing me, woman!”

Molly grinned as she released the bulbous head of his cock with a wet pop of her lips and moved to nuzzle the smooth skin around his testicles, licking the sensitive twin globes with tiny taps of her tongue.  Pulling one swollen ball between her lips, she suckled greedily and pulled a raw grunt of pleasure from Devil’s mouth.

“Shit, baby,” Devil moaned as she offered his other testicle the same erotic treatment.  This woman could give lessons in torture, he thought as her wicked tongue slid against his sensitive sac.  “I love feeling your mouth on me.”  She looked like an angel between his legs, but she had the destructive mouth of a demon bent on domination.  Fisting her hair when the incredible torture continued, he growled, “Suck my cock, Molly. I want to feel that wet heat and your wicked little tongue on my dick.”

Molly tilted her head as she looked up at him.  Now, it was her turn to call the shots.  He’d used her body against her to get what he wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to do the same.  “Do you?” she asked innocently, encasing his slick cock in her hand and slowly pumping it up and down with her fist.

“Sweet Christ, yes,” Devil bit out as her velvety grip tightened on him.  She was killing him by inches with the acute pleasure she was inflicting on him.  “I need your mouth on me more than I want my next breath, sweetheart.  Give me your sweet mouth, Molly.”

“If you tell me what I want to hear,” she answered huskily, lovingly licking the length of his throbbing flesh with a long swipe of her tongue before pressing a light kiss against his tip.  “We’ve already established that I belong to you, Devil, but who do you belong to?”

Tugging gently on Molly’s hair until she slid up his body, he waited until her face was even with his before he spoke.  “You’re a very smart woman, babe.  You haven’t figured that out already?”

“I could assume, but I want it to be clear, Devil” Molly countered stubbornly.  “I don’t want any misunderstandings between us.  If I give you my body, I want to know that it’s only me you’ll be sharing yours with while we’re together – for as long as this lasts.”

“Stop trying to put an expiration date on us, Molly.  We don’t have one,” Devil admonished softly, brushing his thumb against her lower lip.  “Unlike you, I’ve got no problem at all admitting that I’m all yours.  As far as sharing me with anyone else…I haven’t slept with another woman since the first day you showed up to work for me.  I certainly won’t be sleeping with anybody else after I make love to you.  I won’t share either, but more importantly, I don’t cheat ever,” he stated gently.

 Molly’s face lit up as his words warmed her heart.  “Sometimes…not often, mind you,” she whispered, “but, sometimes you say all the right things”

“Just being honest,” Devil stated dismissively, brushing his lips against hers.  “Now that we have that out of the way, where were we?” he growled as Molly squirmed on top of him, her lithe body hitting his in all the right places.

“I think you were asking me to do unholy things to your body,” Molly teased, pressing tiny kisses against his neck while her hand wandered between them to stroke his still-hard cock.  Mildly impressed that he hadn’t lost interest during their serious conversation, she swept her thumb over his moist tip. 

“Unholy?” Devil grunted as her lips found his flat brown nipple and toyed with the pebble hard point.  “Not likely.  Honey, I’ve never felt closer to God and the Promised Land in my life than when your mouth is on me,” he confided huskily as he cupped one hand around her neck and drew her mouth back to his.

Their tongues collided eagerly as hands wandered over each other, becoming more frantic as the moments passed.  Molly moaned as his fingers found her core, impaling her with one sharp thrust of his hand.  He was right, she realized.   There was a tender reverence in the way he worshiped her body.  Rocking her hips against his, Molly melted inside as one hand moved up and down her back, pressing her closer.

“I need you,” Devil rasped against her lips, licking her swollen lips as he drew back enough to stare into her emerald eyes.  “Now, Molly.  If you’re not sure, you need to tell me now while there’s still a chance that I can stop.”

“I don’t want to stop,” Molly denied huskily, arching her back and pressing her mound against his abdomen.  “I want you, too.”

Devil guided Molly’s lips back to his and kissed her gently.  “I need to grab my wallet.  We need a condom before this goes any further,” he groaned when her tongue teased his and her hand slid up and down his cock.

“No, we don’t,” Molly breathed between kisses, wriggling her hips until her entrance hovered above his straining erection.  “After our last interrupted interlude, I went to see my doctor and got a handy dandy little shot that takes care of everything for us.  It’s safe, Devil.”

Gripping Molly’s hips as she angled his cock toward her wet heat, Devil groaned and tangled his hand in her long hair.  “The way it should be, angel,” Devil whispered as Molly’s fire enveloped him.  “I’ve dreamed of taking you bare.  I don’t want a single thing to separate us from each other – not even a thin sheath of latex.  You’re mine, Molly.  All mine.”

“Yes, all yours,” Molly gasped and shuddered as she sank over Devil.  She braced one hand against his chest as her walls stretched to accommodate his thick length.  “Dev,” she breathed, sinking her teeth into her lower lip as her eyes widened.  It didn’t hurt exactly, but after two years of celibacy coupled with his thick length, the sensation was intense.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Devil murmured, grimacing as the agonizing pleasure of having Molly wrapped around him built.  He knew he’d treasure this moment for the rest of his life.  Her eyes met his trustingly as her walls hugged his dick in the tightest embrace he’d ever experienced.  He had to fight his body’s natural impulse to tunnel through the tight channel wrapped around him, but he’d rather die than hurt one single hair on her head.  “Come here,” he whispered, tugging gently on her hair.

Molly moaned as her hard nipples scraped against his warm chest and his cock flexed inside her.  “I feel so full,” she breathed as her hips nestled against his.  Rocking her pelvis experimentally against him, they both groaned at the slight movement.

“Baby, stop,” Devil begged, his voice raw as he stilled her by contracting his hands around her hips.  “You’re so tight, Molly.  So amazingly tight.  I don’t want to hurt you, and I don’t trust myself not to lose control,” he growled, unable to resist a gentle thrust into her fiery core.

“Mmmm,” Molly moaned as his cock found that sensitive patch of nerves near her womb, sliding over it and nearly undoing her.  “Devil, yes!” she whimpered against his neck, lifting her ass almost completely off his staff only to bring it back down when his hips surged off the mattress again.  She took his entire length deep into her body and clamped her muscles tightly around him.

“Fuck, Molly!” Devil bit out, digging his fingers into her waist with a force that would leave bruises later.  “Sweetheart, please, I’m trying to hang on to my control here, but when you move like that…”

“Lose control,” Molly invited hoarsely against his parted lips.  “I want you to,” she moaned as he hit that magical spot inside her again.  The muscles in her thighs quivered as she rose and fell against him, meeting every stroke of his cock.  Pressure built inside her as her clit dragged along his thick staff, adding to the already staggering pleasure.  “Deeper, Devil,” she demanded, meeting his eyes for a breathless moment.

Rolling her onto her back, Devil drove into her, burying himself balls deep in her slick pussy.  “Is that what you need, sweetheart?” he ground out as she tightened around him.  Hooking an arm around her thigh, he drew her leg up, opening her to his possession as she arched her hips to draw him deeper. 

Scoring his back with her nails, Molly writhed desperately beneath him.  “Yes!  More, Devil.  Fast and hard,” she begged, tightening her thighs around him.  “I won’t break, Devil.  Fuck me,” she urged, clawing at his back.

“Your wish is my command, baby,” Devil growled, covering her mouth as he set a deep rhythm that dared her to keep up.  Every lunge of his hips brought him to the edge of sanity as her tongue danced wantonly with his.  He growled against her lips as her pussy liquefied around him, scorching his cock in her juices.  “I love how wet you get for me, Angel.  All that delicious syrup coating my cock…it’s enough to make a man wild for you.”

“Oh, God, Devil,” Molly cried, twisting her head on the pillow as his dick stabbed the heart of her.  “Just like that!  Don’t stop,” she begged, lifting to meet his heavy thrusts.  Her body quaked as his thumb brushed against her clit, making her crazy for him.  “So good!  It’s so good!” she gasped as her body began to hum.  No one had ever made her feel so complete.  It was as if she’d found the missing part of herself in him. 

Pinching one nipple while he bent to capture the other between his lips, he felt his balls drawing tight as she contracted around his cock.  “That’s it, baby!  Ride my cock,” he praised, circling her areola with his tongue.  “Squeeze that sweet little pussy around me.  Fuck, yeah,” he grunted when she began to convulse around him, her silken walls caressing every inch of his throbbing flesh.

“Yes! Yes!  Yes!” Molly screamed as colors danced in front of her eyes.  She’d thought she’d known fulfillment before, but realized in those moments that what she’d experience before paled in comparison to what this man offered her.  “Devil!  I can’t stop,” she wailed, panicking as the acute pleasure began to swamp her body.

“God, yes!” Devil growled, lifting his head to watch her face contort as he tried to stave of his own oncoming eruption.  “Don’t close your eyes, Molly.  I want to see that beautiful gaze when you take your pleasure and come all over my cock,” he demanded urgently, as he sank deeply inside her with deep, steady thrusts. 

Molly screamed hoarsely as her climax threatened to drown her in sensation.  Holding onto his shoulders as she rode the wave of her orgasm, she relished every rough grunt and groan that escaped his lips as he tensed above her.

“Ahhhhh, Sweet merciful Christ!” Devil groaned as he lost the leash he’d had on his control.  Thrusting sloppily, he reached his own pinnacle, exploding inside her tight depths as jet after jet of his warm semen coated her pussy.  “My Molly!” he growled, heaving into her one last time as the indescribable bliss overwhelmed him, burying his face in her neck as he collapsed over her.

As Molly drifted back to Earth from the pinnacle she’d reached, she stroked her hands over Devil’s sweat-soaked back.  His shoulders heaved from exertion, and she smiled weakly when he moaned and pressed a kiss against her collarbone.  One of his hands still gripped hers and his breath was warm against her skin.  “I didn’t kill you, did I?” Molly asked with a grin against his ear, nipping his earlobe playfully.

“Not quite, but damn close,” Devil replied huskily, finally finding the strength to lift his head and shift to his side.  Smiling as Molly whimpered as he pulled away from her, he hauled her into his arms.  “I can already tell that you are going to be one dangerously addictive woman,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her swollen lips. 

“Why is that?” Molly asked with a sigh as she snuggled against his side, enjoying the solid strength of the arms around her.

“Because I just unloaded a year’s worth of sexual frustration inside you and I already want you again,” he acknowledged softly.  “That shouldn’t even be physically possible for a man of my age,” he chuckled ruefully, pulling her closer.  “You may just be the best thing that ever happened to me, Molly Ramsey soon-to-be Delancy.”

Molly smiled drowsily.  “We’ll see if you still feel that way later this afternoon, Devil.”

“That sounds ominous.  What exactly is this afternoon?”

“Our first session of premarital counseling with Pastor Davis,” Molly replied with a tired smile. 

“The guy that flirted his way through Sunday dinner?” Devil groaned, frowning down at her head as his arm contracted in an automatic gesture of possessiveness. 

“Mmmhmm,” Molly hummed absently, stroking his chest.  “He’s the only one available on short notice.  Our regular pastor will perform the wedding, but Travis is gonna do the counseling.”

“I’ll be damned.”

“Yes, I think he believes you are, too.  Don’t worry, though….you’ve got three sessions to convince him that he’s wrong and that we belong together.” Molly yawned, stretching one arm above her head before rolling to cuddle closer to Devil’s warm body.

“We do belong together,” Devil grumbled, brushing a kiss against Molly’s forehead as she closed her eyes. 

“Course we do, Devil,” Molly mumbled sleepily as a wave of drowsiness washed over her.  “Just gotta make the pastor believe it, too.”

“Oh, he’ll believe it, Molly,” Devil assured the weary woman in his arms softly.  “He’ll believe it because it’s true.”