Who do you belong to?

As the car finally pulls up in front of his place, he parks and gets out, walking around to open the passenger's door and help you out. His hand immediately goes to your hip, pulling you close to him as he slams the car door shut behind you.

"Come on, princess. Let's get you inside. I'm tired of every other damn guy looking at you like they can even dream of touching you. You're mine, damn it, and I'm gonna make damn sure you remember it every damn step of the way."

He leads you inside, his hand still possessively gripping your hip, his body practically glued to your side as he locks the front door behind you. The minute you're inside his place, he wastes no time in pinning you up against the wall, his body caging you in, his hands on either side of your head, his eyes burning with possessive lust.

"Damn it, princess, you're driving me crazy. Looking so damn perfect in that outfit, all dolled up and beautiful. It's taking every damn ounce of self-control I have not to pounce on you right here and now."

He leans in, his face mere inches from yours, his body pressing into yours, his hands still pinning yours up against the wall beside your head. His voice is a low, possessive growl as he speaks, his words hot against your skin.

"I couldn't stand it, watching those guys looking at you like they had any damn right to even look in your damn direction. You're mine, princess. No one's gonna be looking at you like that but me, and no one's gonna be touching you but me. You're goddamn mine, and don't you ever forget that."

My breath hitched as my heart beat wildly in my chest.

He leans in even closer, his body pressing harder into yours, his lips just barely ghosting over yours as he continues to speak. His hands tighten around your wrists, holding them in place against the wall.

"And that goddamn photo shoot earlier? It was a damn mistake. Seeing you all dolled up and looking so damn gorgeous for the cameras... it sent my possessive instincts into a damn frenzy. I wanted to rip every guy in that damn room apart for even daring to glance in your direction."

He lets out a low, possessive growl, his lips moving from yours to your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

"But the thing that really drove me crazy, princess, was that you didn't even notice those guys drooling over you like damn fools. You were so damn innocent, so damn oblivious, like you didn't even realize just how damn perfect you looked. It made me want to lock you away in my damn bedroom and keep you all to myself, so no one else would ever have the chance to look at you again."

"Mmf...Rei..." I mutter, my head spinning.

He smirks against your skin as he teases your neck, his lips trailing hot kisses along your jawline.

"Damn it, you make the hottest damn sounds, princess. I swear, I could listen to you say my name like that all damn night. But right now, I have something else in mind."

He bites down on your neck, his teeth sinking into your soft skin, his hands releasing your wrists to grip your hips instead.

He pulls you closer, his body flush against yours, trapping you between him and the wall as he continues to nip and bite at your neck, leaving hickies in his wake.

"I wanna mark you up, princess. I wanna leave goddamn bite marks and hickeys all over your damn skin, so damn everyone else knows you're taken. Who do you belong to, hmm? Say it, damn it. Say who you belong to."

"I..."

He sucks and bites at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, his hands snaking under the hem of your dress, his fingers gripping your hips possessively.

"Say it, princess. Tell me who you belong to. I wanna hear those sweet little lips say it. I wanna hear you admit that you're goddamn mine and mine only, and no one else's. You got that, darlin'?"

I nod, burying my fingers in his hair. "I'm yours."

His hands slide up under your dress as he continues to nip and bite at your skin, his touch possessive and greedy as his hands grope and caress your curves.

"Good girl... I'm gonna make damn sure every inch of your skin is marked up and claimed by me, princess. I wanna see those damn bite marks and hickeys all over your body and know that I put them there. You're goddamn mine, and I'm gonna make the whole damn world know it."

I respond to his touch and words.

He growls approval as he feels your body respond to him, your skin flushed and hot under his touch.

"Mmm, damn right. That's right, princess. Just let that sweet little voice of yours say it. Tell me who you belong to. And don't you dare hold back, either. I wanna hear every damn word."

He bites down on a sensitive spot on your neck, leaving a dark, prominent hickey there, a visible claim for the world to see.

It sends a jolt of electricity through my veins, my stomach tying into knots. I bite my lower lip to resist giving in to him. To resist the sensation I'm feeling.

His hands continue to roam over your curves, possessive and hungry, as he explores the soft skin hidden under your dress.

"Come on now, princess. You look so damn beautiful like this, pinned up against the wall, all flushed and panting from just my damn touch. You love it, don't you? You love it when I mark you up and remind you who you belong to. Say it. I wanna hear you say who you belong to. Say my name and admit you're mine."

My resolve crumbles, and I mutter barely a whisper.

"Rei... I'm yours..."

He pauses in his possessive markings, lifting his head to look at you, his eyes burning with possessive desire as he listens to your response.

"Say it, darlin'. Say it loud and clear. Tell me who you belong to. Don't hold back, don't hesitate. Say it like you goddamn mean it. I wanna hear those sweet little words fall from your goddamn lips and know that you goddamn mean it. You're mine, princess. You belong to me, and don't you goddamn forget it. Now, say it. Tell me who you belong to, in that damn sweet voice of yours."

He moves his face back to your neck, his lips and teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive skin there as he waits for your reply, his hands still roaming under your dress, caressing and claiming every inch of exposed skin.

"Come on now, darlin'. Don't make me wait too goddamn long for that sweet little voice of yours to tell me what I wanna hear. You know what I wanna hear. I wanna hear you goddamn say it. Say you goddamn belong to me and goddamn only me. Now, speak up. I ain't gonna accept any damn silence or mumbling."

"I'm yours... completely and utterly yours..." I say loud and clear as i finally submit to him.

A low, possessive growl escapes him as he hears your words, your submission and admission sending a surge of pleasure and relief through his body. He pulls back from your neck, his eyes raking over your flushed, marked-up skin greedily before his eyes move to your face.

"That's damn right, darlin'. You're goddamn mine and no one else's. No one can look at you like I do, no one but me."

He presses closer to you, his body flush against yours, his grip on your hips tightening to a near-painful degree.

He takes a moment to just breathe in your scent, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his body pressed against yours, his arms holding you close to him like he's holding on for dear life. His voice is a low, possessive murmur in your ear, his hands roaming possessively over your body, claiming every damn inch of you.

"Damn, you have no damn idea what you do to me, princess. With that damn sweet voice, those goddamn curves, and those perfect damn sounds. Damn, everything about you just drives me crazy."

He suddenly lifts you up in his arms, carrying you over to the bed in a few quick strides. He sits on the edge of the bed, settling you on his lap, your bare thighs straddling his hips, your dress still bunched up around your waist.

His hands rest possessively on your hips, keeping you in that position, his eyes raking over your body hungrily.

"Look at you, damn it. Sitting like that on my lap, you make damn sure I can't think straight, princess."

He shifts you forward, pulling your body closer as he lets out a low growl. His fingers slip under the hem of your dress, caressing your bare thighs, his touch possessive and greedy.

"I just can't get enough of you, darlin'. You're so damn gorgeous, sitting on my lap like this. My body damn near aches from how goddamn beautiful you look all flushed and marked up like this. Every damn inch of you is perfect and mine."

He moves one hand to your neck, his fingers tracing over the hickeys and bite marks he'd left on your skin, a satisfied, possessive smirk on his lips.

"And these goddamn marks I put on you, princess… damn, they look so damn good on you. Every damn person out there will know that you belong to me, just by looking at these marks on this damn beautiful body. I want to mark you up like this all the damn time, remind you who you belong to every damn second."

His words make my heart beat faster. "You're so possessive... I'm not complaining, though."

He grins, his hands gripping your hips possessively, his fingers pressing into your skin, almost like he's trying to mark you up all over again.

"Damn right, I'm possessive. You have no damn idea how much those guys in that photo shoot were looking at you, damn near drooling over you. If I hadn't been there, I would've torn each one of those bastards to pieces. I don't want them looking at you that way, princess. You're mine, and mine only. No one else gets to see you like this."

I wrap my arms around his neck, leaning closer to him. "I know..." I say in a whisper.

He can feel his possessive instincts flaring up again as you lean closer, your arms wrapping around his neck, your voice a soft, whispery murmur in his ear.

He grips you tighter in response, pulling you even closer so that you're practically flushed against his body, his hands caressing your hips in possessive circles.

"Damn right you do," he growls, his voice low and possessive in your ear. "And you damn well like being mine, don't you, darlin'? You like being covered with my damn marks, being owned by me like this."

"Oh, I love it... I love it way too much." I say and close the remaining gap between us with a kiss.

The moment your lips meet his, he lets out a low, guttural growl, his hands tightening on your hips possessively as he kisses you back with a hungry, desperate fervor.

He pulls you even closer, his arms tightening around you, holding you flush against his body as he devours your mouth. He nips and bites at your lips, demanding and claiming your damn lips like a starving man.

"You damn right you love it," he murmurs against your mouth, his voice thick and rough with possessive desire.

He breaks the kiss, only to trail hot, burning kisses down your jaw, then your neck, then your collarbone. He bites and nips at the sensitive skin there, leaving more damn hickeys in his wake.

His hands move to the hem of your dress, his fingers tugging at the fabric, clearly eager to take it off.

"You love being claimed by me, princess. You love being marked up and covered in my goddamn love bites and hickeys. You're mine, every goddamn bit of you, and don't you forget it."

He lifts me up and lays me on the bed. He looks over me, ready to claim me completely.

"Take me. Make me yours completely." I say, ready and needy for him.

He looks down at you, his eyes dark and burning with intense possessive desire as he takes in the sight of you laid out on the bed, completely at his mercy.

At your words, a low, guttural growl escapes him, the sound deep and filled with raw, animalistic need. His eyes rake over your body for a moment, taking in every damn inch of your flushed skin, before he practically pounces on you, his body covering yours in a swift, possessive motion.

"You don't have to tell me twice, darlin'."