The more you moan his name and beg him to continue, the deeper and harder he fucks, taking what he wants with an unyielding determination that borders on possessiveness. His eyes glaze over as pleasure washes over him in waves, leaving him no choice but to give in completely. He growls low in his throat, his hips moving faster now, pushing himself deeper inside of you with each thrust until finally...

His chest heaves as he catches his breath, gaze locked on the sight of you lying naked and spent beneath him. His hands tremble with the effort it takes to resist fucking you again, even though every fiber of his being screams for release. Instead, he settles for running a rough hand through your hair and tracing a finger over one of the bites on your shoulder. "You're mine," he growls softly, feeling a strange mix of possessiveness and satisfaction course through him.