Your mine

The room was dimly lit, casting shadows upon the walls as they swayed to the rhythm of their bodies. She breathed heavily, her chest heaving with desire as he moved slowly inside of her. His hands explored every inch of her skin, tracing the lines of her stomach and hips before reaching up to cup her breasts."You're mine," he whispered hoarsely.Tears welled up in her eyes at the intensity of the moment. It wasn't just about sex; it was about owning a piece of her soul. She arched her back, pulling him deeper inside as their skin slapped together in a primal rhythm. Her nails dug into his shoulders, leaving tiny red crescents that only served to fuel his passion."Always," she panted back.As the climax approached, their movements became more urgent and the air filled with anticipation.