He moaned at how tight she felt like this, his hand gripping her waist tight, keeping her in place as he kept moving against her. His other hand stayed where it was on her breast, fingers brushing up to the hardened tip of her nipple, pinching it lightly and teasing her.

"You're mine, Mary," he breathed out, leaning down so he could bite at the shell of her ear, growling warmly against it. "Mine. No one else will ever get to have you like this."