I drive to a quiet side street with no pedestrians and park. Then I pull her across the console into my lap, my mouth finding hers in a bruising kiss.
"Mine," I growl against her lips. "Say it."
"Yours."
"This body. This mind. All of it belongs to me."
"It’s all yours."
I bite down on her neck, hard enough to leave a mark. She gasps, pushing her body into me, and I do it again. And again. Marking her visibly, claiming her for anyone to see. She whimpers with her bite, and I know she must be soaked.
"Everyone needs to know you're taken. That you're not available. That you belong to someone."
"I do. I belong to you."
I pull her shirt aside and bite her shoulder, her collarbone, the top of her breast. Hickeys bloom across her skin like dark flowers.
"Perfect," I murmur, admiring my work. "Now everyone will know."
She's panting, aroused, her hands fisting in my shirt. "Fuck me. Please."
I lift her enough to unbuckle my belt, free my cock. She’s wearing a short denim skirt today, so I pull her wet panties to the side with my finger and then I'm inside her, claiming her, owning her completely.
"This is where you belong," I say, my hands gripping her ass hard enough to bruise. "Mine. My woman. My artist. My dark angel."
"Fuck I love you," she moans.
"I love you too, baby. Now, say it."
"I'm yours. All of me belongs to you."
"Good girl."
I fuck her hard, my hips pushing up into her tight warmth, sweat covers the back of my neck from the exertion. Just as I feel myself about to cum, I quickly rub her clit with my thumb, and she cries out at the same time as I cum. That’s better.
"I like it when you're jealous," she says quietly into my ear.
"You do, huh?"
"Yeah. It means you care. It means this matters."
"You’re the only thing that matters."
She kisses me softly. "You’re never getting rid of me."
"Good, because I’d never let you leave."
The next day brings the hospital.
Clark Memorial's loading dock sits at the back of the complex, hidden from public view by a concrete wall and a row of dumpsters. The place where bodies arrive and depart without ceremony.
We park two blocks away at 2:47am. The scanner's been quiet for an hour, which means the coast should be clear.
"Five minutes," I tell Roxy as we approach on foot. "In and out."
"You don’t have to keep reminding me, I already know."
I can already see the hunger in her eyes. The way she's gripping her camera like it's the only thing keeping her grounded.
