[He’s seldom thought of her. His mind shies away from it, too pained. Now, she’s the center of all his attention, and he’s her ballast to rock against. The grinding doesn’t feel half as good as the sensation of her sliding down onto him, but he knows it’s good for her, and being used for that is delicious in its own way. Hot.]

I am not prone to possessiveness, but to think of you with another… [There’s a flicker of tightness on his expression, halfway to a groan. He tilts up into her, giving her a bit more pressure.] I feel such fury, such a need to call you mine…