My breath halts in my throat at his last sentence. And as sick as it sounds, the sentence isn't repulsive to me, as it really should be. I mean, I wasn't a piece of property or whatever and maybe I should voice this to him, but I don't. For some crazy reason I don't want to object with him. Mainly because I know it's true. Even though he's a possessive ass, I am his. And that's all that mattered.
"Possessive, eh?" I taunt with a smile. "You know, I find it extremely sexy when you're possessive."
"I love it when you talk dirty to me, princess." He growls and playfully nips at my neck, making me laugh.
"Shut up, you idiot. It wasn't dirty talk."
"You're right, it wasn't," He says with a nod. "It was simply the bluntly honest truth and to be bluntly honest as well, I think you look really sexy when you're mad and I kinda like it when you fight with me. Maybe we should fight more just to have crazy make out sessions afterwards?"