Will threaded his fingers through Molly's hair, holding her against him as she sucked a bruise into his chest, and he wanted more, wanted everyone to know he belonged to her, wanted to be able to see her mark on him next time he saw himself in the mirror. He leaned up and kissed her hard, wet and forceful and desperate, only breaking away from her when he needed to in order to breathe. He sat up, just a bit, and slipped his hand into her lower back, holding her hard against him as he rolled them over, keeping himself inside her as they moved.

With her beneath him, Will took a moment to look into Molly's eyes, to see how god damned beautiful she was and how much she wanted him, her chest heaving and her warm, wet body tight around him. He licked his lips, rolling his hips forward, seating himself just a little more deeply inside her. He leaned down and kissed her, slow and soft but full of passion.

"Molly," he sighed against her lips, drawing back just enough that he can see her eyes. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life," he told her, bracing his elbows on the bed and beginning to move again, slowly, deep rolls of his hips. "I don't know what I did to meet you, but god, Molly. I need you, I need you."