He never once didn't tell me I was his pretty little thing,
let alone show me,
especially when we found ourselves in the bedroom.
Pinned against the wall,
I was tense,
gazing into his eyes.
His hand gripped firmly around my throat,
for he knew I was fond of getting rough.
And he liked it.
How he liked the way my eyes lit up,
the way I bit my lip,
when he knew he was in control of me.
My body belonged to him.
Every part of me had his name drawn on it,
marked on it.
His mouth caressed my neck,
I could feel him taking deep breaths,
his hand slowly revealing what was underneath my dress.
I wrapped my arms around him,
and kissed him like it was my last.
He gripped my waist and lifted me off the ground and twirled me in a circle,
throwing me onto the bed.
He slowly spread my thighs apart,
revealing my own heaven,
for I was an angel,
his angel indeed.