I want to fill you completely

"It was not so much that I ignored you," he said pondering his words. "But it was very hard not to pursue you while your eyes always made clear that you felt the same," Dean said with a smile lingering on his lips. I shook my head. "1. What about my eyes and 2. You clearly did ignore me. I mean come on… you Even always talked to… Cloë, the grey mouse of university." I rattled on.

Dean frowned. "She is not a grey mouse," he contradicted me. "Oh yes she is. Speaking of her, where is she actually? I haven't seen her in weeks," I thought out loud.

"In Africa on a mission," he said cautious. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever, but you were ignoring me." I placed my arms crossed against my chest. "I was just trying to stay clear of you," Dean sighed. "Yeah, by ignoring me." He made me angry.

Dean put his arms around me in an iron grip. "Melissa, I never ignored you," he hissed. His lips were close mine again. "Yes you did. You never knew how fast you should look away from me and, your answers were always like I was a hot potato you could not wait to drop," I said not returning his embrace.

"Well, I am not ignoring you now, and I won't for the rest of your life, if you would just marry me," Dean made his case. "You are incredible," I said throwing my hands up in the air in frustration. "You can not possible expect me to go along with that," I bit at him. "Two nights ago we agreed we wouldn't tell my mother, and now you want to get married. Are you nuts, or what," I went on.

Dean closed his eyes for a second and exhaled sharply. "Melissa, would it be that bad to be married to me?" he questioned. "How the heck would I know, I barely know you," I shrugged.

He did not respond, so I went on. "You did not want to make love because I did not know you, and now you want to get married?" I said raising my voice. "What kind of logic is that??"

"Melissa," he said, and lifted me up. He threw me over his shoulders and I yelped in shock. What are you doing I said with the breath knocked out of me. "We are going upstairs so that I can shut your nonsense up," he said walking up the stairs. His words sounded like a sincere threat.

"And how exactly do you suppose to do that," I questioned more cautious when we were nearing my bedroom.

Dean flew open my bedroom door and placed me on the bed with a thud. He hovered over me until his body fully covered mine.

"I told you that the next time we would meet again, I would make you mine in every humanly way possible," Dean breathed.

My eyes grew big. "Oh… " he smiled. "Now," I breathed in shock. "Yes, now," he said huskily. I swallowed.

Dean took off his shirt with one hand, while the other was still supporting him on the bed.

Jeez…. His body was so hot. I traced his torso with my fingers and Dean leaned in, skimming his nose in my neck. I closed my eyes and let out an involuntary moan. "Why," I questioned in ragged breaths.

"Why?" he repeated me. He bit my neck playfully and sucked on my skin. "Because, you are mine and I should just claim you already," he said without waver. "Did you not say you wanted me to get to know you first," I said letting my head back while his hand glided down in between my legs.

"Ah, Dean," I murmured when he rubbed against my core. "Because of your friend Dani, we are running out of time for that," he said in between kisses. He was making me lose my mind.

I could not think straight, with his tongue devouring mine, his hands putting a solid past pressure on my desire. He was completely taking over my senses, and he knew it.

I let my fingers through his hair, pulling at it a bit and his lips smiled against mine. "Finally you are surrendering," he groaned.

He gave me a quick peck on the cheeks and then carefully took off my dress. I placed my hands before my braw, covering myself. Dean ignored that and started kissing his way from my lips, down to my belly button.

"God," I murmured. "Say you are mine," he demanded, his voice raw. He took my panties in his mouth, and started pulling them off with his teeth. I could not help but start panting. I was completely losing control of my body.

"Say it," he growled as he took my flesh in his mouth.

"I am," I croaked. "Then marry me," he said in between my legs, on the moment my body was almost coming apart. He stopped licking and stroking and I ached for him to continue. He was being unfair.

"I can't," I said trying to get my head straight. He slowly, let his tongue roll over me, making me feel in anguish. "Dean please…" I begged him to continue. "Be mine," he said in intensity and give me one more stroke. This was tormented pleasure, and he knew what he did to me. "I am your," I told him.

"No, I want all of you," he said not taking no for an answer. I pressed myself against his hand. "It is not that I don't want to marry you," I said trying to clear my mind and I urged hi m to come up.

He kissed my flesh, letting me shiver and then his lips landed on mine, his lips taking over mine. I tasted myself on his tongue. I wrapped my legs around he frame, pulling him closer in.

"But," he breathed against my lips. "But I do actually think it is a good idea to get too know you first," I squeaked.

He pressed his center against my core and I let my head back again. I placed my hand on his lower back and increased the friction.

He sighed. "Gods Melissa," he breathed. "I want to make us as one right now," he murmured against my earlobe. "You know I won't stop you," I murmured, increasing the rhythm. "I want to fill you completely," he vowed.

"You can, I am yours," I said in anticipation.