He went several steps further and lowered his dark head and kissed her. Not hot and driven, like before, but slow and gentle with just enough passion to elicit a response. "That is why you're here, my love," he murmed as he lifted his head again. "We arr going to kick-start thus marriage. Then let us see if you still wish to leave." Zayn could say this in that tone of voice because she'd responded. He could say it because her fingers were already in contact with his brown skin. This beautiful, defiant, contrary creature might not want to want him...but hell, she did want him.