He chuckled, amused that you were still being stubborn despite the obvious need and wanting coming from you "You think you begged enough? Do you really, baby? You know you want me, you know you need me, but you don’t want to admit it. I know you, baby"

He held your gaze and let out a low growl, he was getting impatient and desperate too, but he was going to get what he wanted, he leaned in even more, he was so close, a smirk on his lips. "Beg for it, and I'll give it to you"

The little pleading word slipped out of your mouth, and it was everything to him, he loved having you desperate and wanting for him, he could feel himself get harder and harder at the sight and sound of you, he leaned into you, he was so close to give you what you want "Beg again, baby"

He was so close to your core, so close to give you what you truly needed, he could feel your breathing growing heavy, you could feel the heat rushing down at your core, and your body was getting more and more impatient, and you could feel the ache and the want, your voice started to get needer, your eyes started to plead for him "Yes, please"

He smirked, satisfaction filling him, you were just as much obsessed with him as he was with you, he held your gaze, his body pressed up against you, you could feel his need, his hands moved, pinning your hips to the bed, your body was arch at his mercy and he could hear your breath becoming more ragged as he leaned down to your ear "You want me that badly, baby?"

His grip on you got stronger, his fingers digging into your skin, and he whispered "You're mine, no one else but mines. I'm the only one who gets to hear you whimper and moan, no one else gets to see you like this, understand?"

He saw the look on your face and the shiver that run through your body, and he wanted to see more, he wanted to see how much powerful effect he had on you, and he knew that you wouldn’t dare to do what you mention, because just the thought of someone else doing this to you didn’t sit right with him either.

He looked up at you, his gaze intense, and the thought of someone else doing this to you didn't sit right with him, and something darker in his eyes burned. "You wouldn't dare," His voiced out in a command tone, it was the first time he spoke like that to you, and you could feel the shiver run through your body at how dominant and possessive he was over you.

He felt your hand still gripped on his head, trying to get him closer, but he wasn’t going to give in that easy, he wanted to see you more desperate and submissive for him "I love seeing you like this, baby."

He could hear your little whimpers and squirms, he was enjoying hearing you so needy and wanting, and he could see the look in your eyes, the need and want was all he need to know, and he started to move lower, but still, not enough to give you the relief you desired and craved.

He let you guide his head, closer to where you want him, letting his tongue slowly running over your inner thighs, as if he was teasing and wanting to feel you squirm, he was close, so close, but not enough.

He gasped at your boldness, surprised but pleased, his eyes burning and darkening, the need to taste you was overwhelming, but he was still a tease. He chuckled under your touch. "You're a bit impatient, huh sweetheart?"

He chuckled, amused by your urgency, and how desperate you were for him. He was enjoying the moment, he was a tease and he knew his way around, and he wasn't going to give in easily. "You're eager, huh? But what if I want to tease you a little more, huh?"

He looked at the marks he left on your thighs, satisfied that he marked you as his, and he could see the wanting and the desperation in your eyes, begging him to move up to where you truly needed him, and he was so close to give you what you truly wanted, but he wasn’t going to give it to you without any begging. He gave out a smirk, looking up at you. "You want me, huh baby? Do you want my tongue sucking on you?”

He kissed your thigh, biting and marking the sensitive skin there, his hand still holding you in place, as he bit, sucked and left marks on your thighs, as if he was trying to mark you as his. With every touch, every bite, every mark, he could feel you shiver of excitement and want, and he knew that he was getting closer to what he wanted, and what you wanted.

He ripped it off with one swift move, his eyes glued to yours, his touch rougher than earlier, the look of ownership in his eyes was intense and overwhelming. "That’s my good girl," He said, his voice a low and dangerous.

He hooked his fingers into your underwear, getting ready to pull it off, his eyes burning into yours, seeing the pleading and wanting in your eyes, and hearing the words you just said to him... and that was all was needed.

He hummed, a sly smirk playing on his lips as he watched you. He was enjoying how needy and desperate you were for him, and he was going to make you want him even more. "That's a good girl."

He loved to hear your pleading, seeing you as vulnerable and weak and wanting him as much as he wanted you. "Say please, baby," He continued to tease, knowing that you’d have to use magic word.

He traced your hip with his finger, letting his touch linger a little too long on the sensitive skin. "Beg me. Tell me how eager you are to have my mouth on you."

He chuckled at your urgency, he was loving how desperate you were for him, how needy and wanting. "Do I now?" He said, a sly smirk pulling on his lips.

He could see the look in your eyes, the need and the want in them, and he wanted to fulfill it, but he was going to make you beg for it. He was going to make you want him as much and intense as he wanted you.

He grabbed the edge of your underwear, his touch still gentle, but firm. "Do you like pain, sweetheart?" He asked, knowing the answer already, he knew all your vulnerable and weakness, and use it to his advantages.

He looked up at you, his eyes burning with a hunger that was both dark and dangerous, and you could see the possessive fire in his eyes, his need to make you his was almost overwhelming, and you felt a shiver of excitement at the thought. He held your gaze for a moment, the air between you crackling with tension, before he finally responded. "You heard me, sweetheart." He took your lip between his bite gently, just enough to hurt, and pulled away.

He could barely hold himself back, the feel of you on him was driving him mad, his tongue tracing the edge of your underwear, as if it was waiting for permission to go deeper, to taste you at your most intimate, to claim you and own you in a way that words couldn’t explain.

He could already feel the heat and wetness between your legs, his touch and kiss teasing closer to where you need him the most, as if he was prolonging and teasing, letting you both feel every moment of this need, this desire, this urge to merge into one.

He pushed your legs apart, his touch getting rougher as his need for you grew more urgent, his lips and tongue moving deeper and closer to your core, as if he was trying to explore and taste every inch of you, as if you were the only thing that matter and he was determined to own you whole.

His fingers ran over your underwear, tracing the edges, as his lips and tongue continued down your thighs, leaving a trail of hot kisses and marks, as if he was marking every inch of you as his own, a permanent claim that said you were his, and only his.

He reached your waist, his lips and teeth biting and nipping at the skin there, as he pulled your sweatpants down, slowly, his touch possessive and desperate, as if he was unwrapping a prized treasure that was meant to be his, only his, and forever his.

He gripped your hips, holding you in place, as he continued to kiss and suck at your skin, his touch and mouth leaving an ownership in its mark. "Mine," he said again, his voice low and gruff, his lips continuing down your stomach, as if he was tracing a path to the core of you and him, wanting and needing to be the only one who knows your body.*

He moved down your body, his lips and tongue trailing down your stomach, leaving a trail of kisses and marks, as if he was marking you as his own, as if he was laying claim to you on every inch of your skin.

He bit down on your nipple, his teeth causing a sharp pain to shoot through you, but you didn't care, his voice and words was taking over your every senses. "You're mine," he repeated again, his voice more urgent and possessive now. "Mine, mine, mine. You're mine, all mine. No one else gets to touch you, to see you, to even look at you the way I do. You're mine, all mine.”

He kissed and nipped at your chest, his hands squeezing and kneading your flesh, as he groaned against your skin. "Mine," he said again, his voice more desperate now. "Mine, mine, mine. All mine. Every inch of you belongs to me."

He kissed down your neck, his lips and tongue trailing over your collarbone, as he nipped and sucked at your skin. "You're mine," he repeated, like a mantra, his hands roaming your body, his touch both possessive and desperate as if he was trying to claim you.*

He kissed your lips again, his tongue exploring your mouth, as he ground against you, his need for you almost primal. "Mine," he said again, his voice almost a growl against your mouth, his hands roaming your body, wanting and needing to touch every inch of you.*

He laid you down on the bed, his body covering yours, as he kissed and nipped at your skin. "You're mine," he repeats, his voice low and rough. "And I'm never letting you go."

He lifted you up, carrying you to his bed, his lips and tongue still trailing along your neck. "All mine," he whispers, his voice filled with possessiveness. "No one else gets to see you like this."

He moved his lips over your cleavage, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there, as his hands roamed your body, his touch becoming more and more possessive and desperate.

He pulled your shirt off, his eyes roaming over your body, his gaze filled with hunger and desire. "So beautiful," he murmurs, his hands roaming over your skin, his touch leaving a trail of fire as he kissed and nipped at your collarbone.

His hands began to move upwards, tracing the curves of your body, his touch lingering on your hip, your waist, and your chest.

He lifted your shirt, his lips and tongue quickly finding your skin, as he kissed your stomach, your skin burned at his touch,his hands explored your body, leaving a trail of fire

He nipped at your earlobe, his hands slipping under your shirt, his touch sending spark through your body, as he whispered in your ear "You're mine, mine, mine ,and mine. No on else is allowed to touch you like this."

He kissed down your neck, his lips and tongue leaving a trail of hot kisses as he went. He could feel your body responding, your breath quickening and your hips grinding against him, trying to find the same friction he was seeking.

He nipped and sucked on your lower lip, his hands gripping your hips tight as he ground against you, his hardness now an almost painful ache. "You belong to me," he repeated, his voice rough and possessive. "Only I get to see you like this, all needy and desperate."

He kissed you again, his lips hard and demanding on yours. He was done holding back, his need for you taking over as he claimed your mouth in a desperate kiss.

He pulled back just long enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze burning with desire and domination. "You're mine, understand? I can't let you go." He ground his hips against your body, his need for you growing more urgent by the second.

He kissed your neck, biting and sucking on your sensitive skin, as he ground against you, his hardness straining against his jeans. "Mine," he repeated, his voice possessive and primal. "You belong to me."

He kissed you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, as he pinned you against the wall. His hands roamed over your body, his touch rough but gentle, as he began to lose control. "You're mine," he muttered, his voice thick with need.

He lifted you up, pressing you against the wall as he pressed his body against you, his hardness against your thigh. "I can't get enough of you," he whispered, his lips finding yours in a hungry kiss.

He continued to kiss and nip at your neck, his hands gripping your ass firmly as he struggled to control himself. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "I can barely think straight when I'm around you."

He let out a low growl, his lips finding your neck again as he kissed and nipped at your skin. "You have no idea what you do to me," he muttered, his hands moving to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze.

He couldn't resist the urge to touch you anymore, his hands roaming over your body, his fingers tracing the curves of your hips, the dip of your waist, and the roundness of your chest.

He pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his gaze burning with a mix of desire and frustration. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" he said, his voice rough with the effort to hold back.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and kissing your sensitive skin. "You drive me insane with desire," he murmured, his hands roaming over your body as he struggled to control himself.

He pulled you even closer, until there was no space left between you, his body pressed against yours. "You're testing my limits, you know that?" he said, his voice gruff with desire.*

He let out another soft groan, his willpower slowly crumbling as he felt the touch of your lips on his neck. "Not fair," he murmured, his eyes closing as he surrendered to the sensations coursing through his body.

He let out a sharp gasp as you bit his neck, his grip tightening on you involuntarily. "You little minx," he said, his voice a mix of annoyance and arousal. "You never play fair."