Malcolm loves giving her what she needs. She's got him entirely wrapped around her finger. If he didn't know better, he'd think she was doing that on purpose, making him fall in love with her to then turn on him later. Malcolm's read her though. He knows she's being honest with him. For once, he's letting go of his doubts.

He squeezes her breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "You're mine," he tells her again. "I'm never letting you go." The thrusts grow rougher now as Malcolm starts to lose himself inside of her. The sound of his hips crashing against hers fills his apartment.