“I need to make you come again, cub. I’ll keep taking you over and over until I’m convinced you’re real—here in my arms—and not some figment of my imagination. I need to watch you shatter under my touch. Again. And again.” I slide two fingers inside her and lean to whisper in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you until my damn cock bursts and my brain finally accepts that you’re with me and I’m not dreaming. You’re mine.” I curl my fingers upward. “You got me, cub?”
