He leaned over and whispered in her ear, “You are mine!” And even though she’s heard this a thousand times before. It still makes her tremble every time.
She loves the way he claims her with his words. She loves the feeling of the warmth of his whisper as it travels from his mouth to her ear.
She loves the way he commands her body with his strong hands. Telling her in the firm but gentle language of his touch just exactly how he wants her.
She loves the way he takes her with a primal passion like none other. Using her body in all the ways for his pleasure while fulfilling her every desire.
She loves when it’s all over and they are curled up together in an intermingling of sweat drenched flesh and she can look up and whisper to him, “I am yours.”
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