A/N: Warning for cheating and extreme possessiveness
He wants Griffin to be only his. Instead, he needs to contain his impulses to mark her and let her go back to a man who loves her if he wants to get to have her ever again.
"Don't be so rough," Griffin protested weakly, her voice almost getting lost in her need to draw some air in her empty lungs when he'd taken all of it and she'd given it because she was his and she wanted to be. "There can't be any marks," she mumbled, her mind slipping away and dissolving into his touch and yet, she still held on to the thought of her boyfriend, even as he was thrusting in her, making it hard to remember her own name, and biting, just barely since she wouldn't let him mark her his.
He growled against her skin. It made him mad like a rabid dog, like he'd lost his mind, to know someone else touched her. He wanted to bite her until there was not a place he hadn't claimed his territory and peel off every part of her skin to free her body from the traces of another man touching it. She was his. His only, and no one else's. He'd love to own her and not let anyone else touch her when he'd never wanted anything more than her.
"That wouldn't be a problem if you stopped going back to him," he grumbled, his thrusts speeding up with the emotion he put in the words as if he wanted to bruise her from the inside so that no one else could have her. "You don't love him anyway." She loved him. Just him and no one else. He could see it in the way she looked at him and how she surrendered completely to his touch when she was a proud woman and would never bend to anyone's will if she didn't want to. She allowed him power over her because she liked it, liked knowing she was his. So why did she keep insisting on giving herself to someone who could never be worthy to have her?
"I don't want to leave him." Griffin said, her tone sharper as if she was trying to cut off the thread of the conversation so that she could go back to enjoying his ministrations but it was making her exert herself and she didn't like it. It was a warning for him to stop before he'd chased her out the door. He always did it, but it was usually after he'd had her coming hard enough to see stars in the daylight. She loved that as much as she loved seeing them on the night sky.
"Why not?" he hissed through gritted teeth, clenching them together so that he wouldn't open his jaws and take a bite right out of her heart before stuffing himself in it so that she could never feel anything else but him. Because he knew she wanted him but that wasn't enough when she wanted someone else too. She had no right. She had to want him as much as he wanted her. He couldn't lose himself in the feelings if he'd be lonely there too. He needed her there with him, allowing him to lose himself in her body and in her soul when the world didn't want him. She was the only thing that gave him peace and safety. So why did she keep pulling herself out of his reach?
"Because I need someone to love me," Griffin said, her tone soft now, no accusation in it when it was all in the words, in how calm they were. She'd accepted it as a fact that he couldn't love her and the worst thing was that he didn't know how to prove her wrong. He didn't even know what love felt like. All he knew was that he loved it when he knew she was feeling it for him, for it made her eyes shine and warm him up after the cold of never being good enough, and it made her touch so gentle, coaxing him to melt safely into her arms even after he'd done something to hurt her. The only time she hurt him was when she would leave him to go lie in the bed of another as if his flames didn't have enough heat to keep her warm. And perhaps they didn't. Perhaps he kept making her burn for him while he didn't want to do the same in return. And being scared to trust her was no excuse but he kept using it anyway and allowing it to hold him back.
"Why do you come back to me then?" he asked. He had to know so that he could keep it that way. He couldn't push her away. He wouldn't survive it. It would be the death of him and he hated to even think about it. It was why he kept allowing himself to be the other man and make her a cheater. It was why he never allowed himself to mark her when she forbade it even though it would be so easy. So easy to chase her away forever. Because she wouldn't come back if he dared disrespect her like that. And he preferred to know that she'd keep coming back even if he could never have her all to himself rather than to mark her his only to never see her again. His mark wouldn't last anyway while her trust kept leading her back to him. It would have to be enough even when nothing had ever been.
"Because I need to love you," Griffin pulled him down to her to kiss him and let her breath fill him to stay inside and fuel his inner flames, a whine breaking out from her and pushing them apart. "Valtor," she cried out his name as she came, fell apart in his hands because she knew her love for him would put her back together again. And it was a moment he could spend his whole life suspended in. Especially when he knew he was only living when she was touching him and marking him hers.
