One moment to slam the door shut. One moment to kick the last offending bits of fabric away until they were skin and sinew, until they were hide and pounding blood and gasping breaths and the duel of biting teeth where kisses became savage and every touch was a claim, a bruise, a pounding and tempering of bodies and flesh to leave a permanent brand. Yes, yes, mark me want me touch me hurt me own me claim me—
