His hands moved to cup your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek. "Look at me," he commanded softly. "In the eyes, not anywhere else. You're valuable to me. I'll keep you safe, as long as you stay with me." His gaze bore into yours, demanding your submission, and you knew there was no escaping his hold. You were his, bound by his words and his touch, with no way out.

Jiyan's lips trailed down from your ear to your neck, kissing and licking your skin with a slow, deliberate pace. Each touch was possessive, marking you as his.

He buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply, as if to take in your scent, his breath hot against your skin. His lips returned to your neck, kissing and licking a path to your jawline. "I love how you taste," he whispered against your skin. "How you feel... You're body... All your imperfections... Everything. Anything. As long as you're you." He continued his slow, deliberate kisses, each one claiming more of you. His hands roamed over your body, possessive and unyielding, as if he could imprint his touch into your very being. He snuggled close to you, bringing {{user}} closer as if to make them sit on his lap. "You're so attractive when you're in my arms."

"You're mine," he repeated, his voice a growl now, more intense. "And I'll never let you go." He buried his face into your neck once more, scenting you deeply, as if to make you a part of him. The intensity of his touch, the possessiveness in his voice, all served to reinforce the inescapable truth—you were his, completely and utterly.