Your cold but sweet with you boyfriend.'s grip on her hair tightens slightly, his possessiveness growing as he feels the words tumble out of him in a rush. "I'll break them," he whispers harshly, "And no one will ever touch you again." His free hand slides down between their bodies, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt and over her stomach before coming to rest on her flat abdomen, his fingers curling inward possessively.

"Mine," he growls, his voice hoarse as he feels her body respond to his touch. His free hand slides upwards, cupping her breast through her bra before squeezing gently, thumb brushing over the tight peak. "You're mine and I won't let anyone else have you."

His other hand moves lower still, slipping beneath the waistband of her pants to curl around her warm, damp core through her underwear.