Marissa quickly climbed onto the bed, panting heavily from the rush of emotions that had engulfed her.
"What are you trying to do?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern and anxiety.
"You're going to be my wife, so I have every right to sleep with you," Dawson claimed with a sense of entitlement in his voice.
Marissa felt a surge of unease creeping through her. "But we are not yet married. Let's wait until we are married before we decide to consummate our relationship," she pleaded, hoping to convey her genuine apprehension. She was in no mood to engage in intimacy with Dawson at that moment, but he seemed unyielding to her pleas.
