"You're mine." He presses, trapping me between him and the wall, as I created more distance he just closed it again, as his lips swept across the exposed skin of my neck making me gasp at the tingling sensation.
"You were made for me." His voice barely over a husky whisper that had my knees weak, as his hands wrapped tightly against my waist, leaving a fiery trail wherever he touched.
"If you ever bite your lip, or kiss my neck, I swear by the moon goddess herself, that I'll rip your fucking clothes off and take you against the wall over there."
She didn't talk back, she didn't fight against anyone, she didn't voice her opinion, until she met him.
He didn't like to share, certainly not his possessions.
She didn't know what he wanted, but he wanted her.