His

She was his to love, his to take and his to fill.
She ached to be needed and she was all he needed, and he needed her to a degree which surpassed mere affection.
He wanted her with every bone, every muscle and every nerve in his body.
He needed her so deeply, he felt like there was no air to breathe, if she wasn't there for him to breathe in the smell of her skin.
He was so wild and helpless in his love for her, that he'd grab her and pull her close to him, kiss her passionately and pin her down to thrust his cock into her pink pussy.
She wanted it, craved it, as much as he craved the whole of her.
She was helpless and lost in pleasure, her little pussy was a wet mess and his cock stretched her so perfectly and reached so deeply that she could hardly speak or think.
One thing she knew, that he knew too: she was his, completely and without reservation.
She was his to take, his to love and his to breed.
Her womb was made for his seed, his love was meant to grow inside of her.