As he got dressed that morning, Steve could not help but frown at the multitude of lovebites you had left along his collarbone and neck. He knew you were a little...bitey but he had never seen you be so animalistic before. He liked it.
Your latest session together had been full of raw passion and need. The only goal was to feel and to please- nothing more, nothing less.
Normally when you- he cringed at the phrase- made love, it was always gentle and full of living looks and gasped praises but last night, you had been vocal. Steve had never heard you scream his name so loudly. He liked it.
He loved all of it. The gentleness, the roughness- he didn't care what you wanted or needed from him, as long as he could provide you with it, he would. You deserved to be loved.
