OwnershipSoftly, he whispers tantalizing promises of ecstasy in her ear.
She shivers as his warm breath intoxicates her skin.
She can barely lift those heavy lashes as his voice hums quietly into her very soul.
His big hand travels slowly to her white throat, clamping down with sweet assurance of his dominance.
She shutters, gasping for a breath, her mind's eye seeing all he tells.
Her breasts heave as her lungs struggle to expand.
His other hand upon the small of her back, he presses her into him.
Her pouty lip quivers in anticipation.
She can hold out no longer, her eyes fly open, pleading.
His lips are now upon her delicate mouth.
He owns her. She is his.