Ripped
We are at the point where he struggles for control, not to bruise me. His fists bunch in the sheets at either side. One last time before I arch and scream at him, I raise my head and bite his shoulder, hard. He roars and shudders above me. "MINE!"
I hear the distinctive sound of ripping cloth. Crap, another set of sheets destroyed. "MINE!" I scream as he pushes me over the edge.