Shraddha

“Why am I doing this, Brynne?” he demanded.
“I don’t know, Ethan.” I could barely speak."
“Yes you do. Say it, Brynne!” I tensed as an orgasm started to rule me but he immediately reduced the pace, taking it down a notch with slow pulls in and out of my spread sex.
“Say what?” I cried, frustrated.
“Say the words I have to hear. Say the truth and I’ll let you come.” He speared into me slower and nipped at my bare shoulder with his teeth.
“What is the truth?” I was starting to sob now, completely at his mercy.
“The truth is,” he grunted the rest on three, hard, punctuating thrusts, “You. Are. Mine!”
I inhaled on a cry at the final thrust.
He sped up again, fucking faster. “Say it!” he growled.
“I’m yours, Ethan!”
― Raine Miller, Naked

“I don’t want you to go yet. I like having you here with me. You soothe me, baby.” He rested his head on top of mine. “You are my ray of light in a fog of ignorance and frustration.”
― Raine Miller, Naked