His eyes are molten, it gives her the hint that he's about to finish, and it makes all the little signals more evident; the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the painful grip on her curls, his parted lips, the way his hips buck more and more frequently. "I am yours. All of me belongs to you. Just like you belong to me." Because it's true. He's all hers. Only hers. And that will never ever change. That is when she completely halts her ministrations, hearing his whine and pleas as he tugs her head back down, but she just stands up and closes his legs. She leans their faces a hair-width away, and he smashes their lips together, incoherently begging her to continue, begging her to let him cum. "No." She shakes her head lightly, taking his chin between her fingers and sliding her thumb along his bottom lip. "Until the fact that I'm yours is etched into your bones, you will not cum." The tags are better on ao3. Cover by @blue_dramione_fic on tiktok. No infringement intended.