“You’re mine. I won’t be able to let you go after this.”
It’s the truth, even if I have to prove it to her. I’ll get into her head, her heart, and her soul to prove it. From here on out, all her delicious sounds are mine. Every moan, every cry, every o****m. She’ll be coming on my tongue, my fingers, and my c**k only. I’ll keep her restrained to this bed, wet, wanting, and waiting for me.
She’s destroyed me, but it’s a death I’ll happily accept—will lay my neck down for. Let her reach in and yank my heart from its cavity.
Her responding smile is as bright as the sun, and like the sun, its rays heat my body, from the top of my head down to the edges of my toes.
“I’m yours.”
After that morning in her room, we change. She changes. Our relationship changes.
Each night we sleep together a
