There was a definite relief felt when she eventually responded to him. He wasn't entirely sure of his reaction if she'd rejected him, which was a worry, but he wasn't exactly feeling calm and rational in the moment. Fortunately, he didn't have to find out. She was ridiculously understanding of his demands.
"You're mine," he repeated lustfully, cupping at a breast before pulling back to relief her of her shirt. He needed to feel her skin. He needed to be lost in her.