Anonymous asked: "Mine." The low growl sent shivers down his back as he arched up, trying to get closer. Hand pressed him further into the bed, forcing him down, and if that wasn't a turn on, he didn't want to know what was. He shuddered slightly as hands pressed against the ragged wound, surprisingly gentle, but still firm enough to send electric sparks dancing beneath his skin. "All mine." All his. He could live with that.