The word was pulled, unbidden, and his hand curled tight into a fist.
"It matters to me," he growled. "It matters, knowing you want him. Knowing he's touched you. Knowing he's filled you, when you're mine."
He sighed, and shook his head, because he hadn't meant to say that. Hadn't meant to admit that it'd taken only a few weeks for him to feel that she was his, that she belonged to him.