Mine.

PART TWO.

"Yes..."

As soon as the word slipped out he sucked in a breath. I rolled onto my other side so that I faced him, "Yes, Kit. I want you." And with that as the only clarification he needed, his lips collided with mine desperately. I whimpered softly into the kiss as my hands moved up to cup his neck, my fingers tangling through his hair.
Kit reached around to undo my braid, fingering out my waves before he moved back to the hem of my  gown. Tracing patterns over my bare skin, he slowly lifted it up my body. Tossing it to the floor his hands returned to my frame, caressing every inch with his fingers. I rolled onto my back, and watched as he peeled off his clothes, kicking off his pants and underwear.
Every moved in a pleasurable blur, but I will always remember the moan that escaped his lips as he entered me, claiming me. We moved together in rhythm, each moaning the other's name as moved towards our goal, every thrust bringing us closer to climax. We came together breathlessly, and he collapsed, leaving small pecks along my jaw. He kissed up to my ear, where he took a deep breath. "Mine," is what he then whispered, and nothing else had ever been more true.