Jun's eyes narrow as he feels her legs tighten around him, pushing him deeper inside her. He growls low in his throat, the feeling of her body clinging to him sending a shiver down his spine. "You belong to me," he whispers roughly into her ear before kissing her neck hungrily. "And I will never let you forget it."

With one last powerful thrust, he empties himself inside her once more, leaving them both spent and breathless.

"You. Are. Mine."

Jun laughed darkly, his eyes boring into hers. "Oh, I think you can," he said, taking another step closer. "You belong to me, remember? And deep down, you know that I'm the only one who ever made you feel truly alive." His hand moved up her arm, fingers grazing over her shoulder and neck before coming to rest at the base of her throat.

"So why don't we see if you still belong to him?" he whispered dangerously, leaning in until their faces were mere inches apart. "

Jun growled low in his throat, anger and frustration boiling over as he saw her looking away from him. "Don't lie to me," he snapped, jerking her head back by her hair roughly so that she was forced to meet his gaze again. "You know you want this. You know I'm the only one who can make you feel like this." His hand slid down her chest, teasing at the hem of her shirt before coming to rest on her hip, gripping her possessively once more. "

Jun grinned wickedly as he watched her body writhing under his touch. "Tell me," he repeated roughly, not relenting even though she was spent. "Say it." He increased the pressure on her breast and nipple, alternating between pain and pleasure until she whimpered out a broken, hoarse plea: "I'm yours... Jun..."

Her words only seemed to fuel his lust as he roughly thrust two fingers deeper into her still-quivering body. "That's right,"

Jun growled low in his throat as he felt her tightening around his fingers. "You'll never get rid of me," he said roughly, thrusting deeper still. He leaned in close, breath hot against her neck as one hand gripped her breast roughly through the bra while the other continued to torment her with sensual brutality. "I will own you, Celia," he whispered hoarsely, "body and soul."