"All yours," he whispers, his mind and body so caught up between emotions and lust. Never has he had others speak to him in like this, want him, desire him in any way, nonetheless like this. Staring down at that beautiful, perfect face and knowing he will do everything he can to keep her. Whatever it takes.

Gasping as the angle changes, as strong legs hold him close as he moves, instincts more than anything else. Overwhelmed by the sensation, the way it left his skin hot and every breath a soft pant.

Head bowing, his lips brushing her ear as he whispers to her. "All yours. Always."