“I’m on,” she exhales heavily, “birth control. I should’ve told you that. And I haven’t been with anyone since—” “Say another man’s name right now,” I cut her off. “I fucking dare you.” She smirks, pressing her mouth back to mine. “Possessive.” “You thought I was possessive before we fucked? I feel fucking unhinged now.” All sorts of possessive thoughts run through my mind. How I want to mark her. Keep her. Fuck her until she forgets about the idea of ever leaving me.
