“You’re fucking mine,” I said harshly, tugging his head to the side and pressing my lips to his ear as I fucked into him. “You’re mine and you’ve always been mine. Haven’t you?” “Yes…fuck, unngh, god, yes,” he choked out. His fingers dug into my flank, as if he wanted to feel me fucking him, feel the power behind every thrust. I bit down on his jaw, feeling the orgasm start to crest when he made a sound that was coated in ecstasy. He was completely gone, lost in the pleasure I was giving him, that we were sharing, and the primal satisfaction of that set every molecule of my being ablaze.
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