I flipped her over and put one leg over my shoulder, the other between my legs. I leaned over her as she lay on her side in the grass. I grabbed her by the face, turning it toward me. “You are mine,” I whispered against her lips, a smirk forming as I slammed into her as hard as I could. “You will never be rid of me.” Those blue eyes looked up at me pleadingly before they occasionally rolled back. That’s right. This is how you like to feel.
