He had been so close, but since she had slipped the condom on something seemed to have pulled back, and now he felt like he could fuck her as long as she wanted him to. He lowered his head and scattered kisses over her throat, pausing at the juncture of her neck and shoulder and biting down lightly. He wasn't even sure why and later he still wouldn't know; it was just something about the delicacy of the skin there, the way it fit so perfectly over her bones.

And the way she was saying his name. It had been forced on him, used by people who wanted to control him, to make him into a thing. But when she said it like that... it felt like his.