I love her, I love her so much that without her, my existence would be meaningless. -Y/N
"I love you," I whispered against her neck, her touch on my back a soothing balm after our passionate embrace.
We found ourselves entangled in her childhood bed, unable to resist the pull of our longing for each other. There, amidst the intimacy, her flushed face and red lips spoke of our shared desire. Her gaze lingered on me, as though searching my soul. I pressed a tender kiss to her lips, overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings. The fact that she reciprocated, that she's willing to come home with me, fills me with disbelief and joy.
My Jenna is returning home with me, and together, we'll pick up where we left off. I professed my love, bared my heart, yet words seem insufficient to express the depth of my emotions. But this love surpasses any I've known before; it's a love that transcends time and circumstance. She's my wife by circumstance, but in my heart, she's always been the love of my life.
"Y/N?" she murmurs, drawing my attention.
I gaze at her, captivated by the rosy blush adorning her cheeks. Unable to resist, I pepper her face with kisses, relishing the shivers that dance across her skin.
"Do you want to marry me?" she asks, her words tender and hopeful. My love for her threatens to overwhelm me, and tears gather in my eyes. But these tears aren't of sorrow; they're the overflow of a heart brimming with love for her.
"Yes," I reply, my voice filled with emotion. "Yes, a thousand times yes." I shower her with kisses, each one a testament to my unwavering devotion. She is my everything, my reason for being. Without her, life would be devoid of meaning, devoid of love.
"Do you want to build a life together? To share in each other's joys and sorrows? To grow old with me, to create a family, and to cherish every moment together?" I ask, my voice trembling with emotion. "If your answer is yes, then let's renew our vows, let's embark on this journey anew. Let's build a universe of our own, one founded on love and devoid of past regrets."
Let's get married and love each other until death. -J
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FORCED MARRIAGE | Jenna Ortega x Female Reader
FanfictionYou've been destined to someone since the age of 13. Someone you develop a strong dislike for. Someone you promised yourself to hate until your last breath. But you didn't expect that someone would be a girl named Jenna Ortega.
