He could feel your pulse quickening as his fingertips ghosted over the skin of the back of your neck then grazed over your collabone, following the trail of the dark purple lovebites he had previously and oh so generously given you. His hot breath hit your ear and his tongue darted out, to wet those pink full lips of his. The wet muscle moved on your now burning complexion, collecting the discarded droplets of sweat. Bitting down hard enough to create another dark hickey to adorn your previously flawless skin, he let his instincts overtake and his dominant self to come out. “Say my name” his voice was lower than you ever heard before and just so sensual, matching perfectly with the man in the dirtiest fantasies of yours. You immedeatelly obeyed wanting to taste his name on your tongue as much as his milky skin under your lips. When he felt your spine shivering under his touch, he decided to continue his assault, nipping on the junction of where your neck met your shoulder and growling possessively every time a moan escaped from your lips. He had always been possessive over you, wanting to show everyone he owned you. He knew exactly how to make you writhe under his touch, always being gentle and erotic and always making sure that everytime you left the bedroom you definitely knew who you belonged to.