The second she breathes his name, he knew that she wasn’t going to do it, she wasn’t going to leave him, and there’s a definite sadness that’s looming over him, and he knows she’d be able to see it in his eyes, but she’d also agreed to letting him fight for her, and if that’s the way it was going to be, if she wasn’t going to let go that easily, he would do what he promised to do, and that in itself burns away that sadness and ignites something else in him, and he’s capturing her lips once again, this time with more fervor. His hips pressing into hers once again and then he begins to trail kisses along her chest and down her abdomen, wanting to ignore the fact that she’d just basically denied him, “You can’t tell me that you don’t want to be with me.” He slowly begins to slip his hands underneath the bottoms she had on, teasing her, wanting to cloud her mind with lust.