He would find someone, somehow, who was authorized to marry them tonight. He knew that. He would do it for her and not care one iota how much it might cost him. He would gladly pay whatever was wanted to do this thing tonight, just as soon as this, they, he found release.
Tonight, tonight it wouldn't be about his fantasies and the dirtier things. He just wanted her. WIth an aroused sound he reached down and covered her moving hand with his, roll them so she was on his back and he was above her, supporting himself on his other arm, cradled between her legs.
With their joint hands he guided himself into her, keeping up her same rhythm for a long, tortuous minute before speeding up. He stroked her own hand up her own body, making her cup her own breast with his fingers curling around hers.
"I just need you," he told her, head dipping to kiss her collar bone.