
"Each time I'm inside you like this..." he breathes heavily against your neck, "I want you to know who you belong to. Who's claiming you..." His hands grip you tighter, more possessively. "Who's making you feel this way..." His hips move faster, more demanding.
"Answer me," He demands softly yet dominantly, his forehead resting against yours. "When I'm fucking you like this..." He grinds his hips harder, making you moan. "Who do you belong to?" He swallows hard, his voice lowering dangerously. Like he's barely controlling himself."I bit my lip, silencing my moan... 'Aap ka (yours)...' I whispered."A dark, satisfied smile spreads across Abeer's face as he hears your words.

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