He slides into her. "Mine," he thrusts on a growl.
Her breath hitches in her throat even as her hips rise up to meet him.
"Only if you're mine" she responds as she does that thing with her hips that he loves so much.
"Always" he says, another thrust.
"Forever?" she asks, meeting him once more.
The fire is beginning to consume them. Sparks shoot through her with each thrust. She can feel the pounding of her orgasm as it rolls over her. Muscles contract, milking him.
"Oh, yes," he hisses as he finds his own release.
"Always. Forever. Yours."