Possessive

"She's mine." He purred as he watched her hands snake up the length of her curves. Leaning forwards in his seat, his tongue eagerly glided over the bottom of his lips.

"She's no ones." His eyes didn't once leave the Blonde gliding across the floor as if it were her second nature. Flipping her hair to the side he watched as she seductively made her way over to him. Making a figure eight with her hips, a sharp inhale of breath could be heard from the boy 2 feet away from her.

Slowly lifting her shirt as her hips rolled in rhythm to the music, his eyes trained down her curvy body landing on a small tattoo above her pink-laced underwear.

"Mine." He said again as the girl slowly shook her head, tracing the length of her body with her perfectly manicured fingers.

"No." She swiftly said before turning her body around in a circle, swiftly moving her hips as she made her way down to the ground before snaking her way back up.

Mine. The boy quietly thought. She's all mine.