Romans & histoires Do You Want To Marry Me

We stopped to catch our breaths and his eyes held mine, “should I? Do you want me deep buried inside of you? Say the word Leilani and I am all yours.” “Yes,” I screamed and he held my jaw, my gaze locked with his. “Say the word Querida,” his voice was low sending shivers down my spine. “Yes, Jaxon, I want you buried deep inside of me and I want your cock right now! I am all yours!”

"It is primitive, but aren't we all?" "What is it with you?" She looked like she was about to scatter the pieces again but she didn't. "Why are you here? No, really, what do you want from me?" "I already told you. I want to marry you. Now, if possible." "No, you want to get me pregnant." "As a byproduct of marriage, why not?" "No, it's not a byproduct. You clearly gave it importance already. Why?" "I'm not going to tell you why just yet."

"Why do you want to marry me, Lana? We're not even in love. You're obsessed with the idea of marrying me, but never going to work. How do you marry a man who doesn't love you?" "My love is enough for us! I will make you love me. I'll make you marry me. Just watch." "Lana, I don't love you. I'm sorry, but I don't. I'm in love with Elle, and only her. No one else. Please, don't do this. Please."

“Why do you want to marry me?” “I already answered this question.” “Then give me a different answer, because that one was bullshit.” A glimmer of a smile moved on to his lips and reached his eyes. “You’re spicier than I remember.” “I just have a lower tolerance for lies and deceit.” The smile disappeared. “I meant what I said.” His intense stare returned. “I want you.” “Then fuck me for a night,” I retorted. “Why does it have to be marriage?” His fingers slid together as his hands rested against each other. “If it was just a night, would you say yes⁠—”

I blurted out, turning red. His look was so piercing that it felt like it was burning me. He seemed to take pleasure in making me squirm. "Which part of 'I want you Sydney, did you not understand?" With a wry grin, he inquired. I was stunned; how could he be so casual about it? "When I say marriage, it entails everything which exists in a marriage. Is that clear?" I tried not to blush, "it's clear." I replied. "What if......what if I don't want to?" I said softly.

“How many millions do you want before you finally leave me alone?” I slowly sat down as well, though I made sure to keep a wide distance between us. “I don’t just need money, Zeke,” I said quietly. “You know that.” My gaze held his. “I need you.” “What do you want me to do so you’ll finally stop?” he asked impatiently. “I want us to get married.” His head snapped toward me. “Don’t even dream about it,” he spat. “That will never happen. I’d rather end up crippled than marry you.”

" Why are you saying that?? What have you done?? " " They want me to get married. " " Hmmm... so? What is the big deal? " I was surprised. " So, I don't want to.... " " Please don't mind me asking but why?? What is the problem?? Everyone gets married... It is not such a big issue. " " It is... I don't want to marry... " " But why?? There must be a reason why you don't want to get married. " " I can't get married ... "

"Will you marry me?" ……. THE END

“What brought me here is, 'why do you want to marry me.' You are beautiful and well off and could have any man you want so why, tell me, why must your mother go praying for you? Are you possessed with an evil spirit that fights off men or is your personality that bad to the extent that no man wants you? Tell me, why are insisting on marrying me when you don’t even know me? Surely you can’t be that desperate right?” I was stun. What a jerky jerk! “I beg your pardon what? I insist on marring you? I am what, possessed and I have a bad personality? Listen mister, you don’t know me and you don’t know shit about anything. And breaking news, I don’t want you. Like yo

Noah finally answered. Grace gasped and now sat facing Noah, saying, "You did that? So you deliberately set me up with the option to get married? So what if I refuse to marry you?" "So what? I have two million percent confidence that you will accept this marriage proposal. Besides, if you refuse, you can't run away from the debt I've already incurred for your mother's hospital fees." "I'm sure my beloved is still the same woman as before. You never run away from responsibility."