“You’ve been driving me crazy,” I growl, biting her neck. “The smell of you in class. The shape of your neck and hips and fingers in front of me. Perfect, so perfect, so mine. And you wouldn’t even give me your eyes. It broke me. You broke me. But you’ve always been mine, no matter what, huh? Nothing can change that.” I lick her neck, her throat, her mouth. I buck into her endlessly, roughly, my climax wringing me dry. “Mine be mine be mine.”
