“You see what you do to me?” he demanded in a war-torn voice as he fisted his cock almost viciously and jerked off inches from my face. I was transfixed by the sight of his strangled head moving wetly in and out of his grip. “Only you, Elena. Only with you do I feel like fucking you, marking you, owning you with my body and my cum. I’m going to paint you with it right now so you know you’re mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to cherish. Mine to love.”
