“Damn right,” I growl out, biting his neck again and curling my arm around his hips, dragging him back against me. “All mine.”

There’s no point in denying that I feel possessive of him. It’s an unseemly quality to have, but I have plenty of those already. What’s one more?

He’s mine, mine, and I am just as much his.

“Mm, I’m the only one to ever do this,” I murmur in low Italian, sliding one hand down the center of his back as I straighten up a little. After gliding my palm along the small of his back, I move it up to curl around his shoulder, holding him in place as I start to fuck him with slow rolls of my hips. “I love that, Oliver.”