Harley writhes beneath him and cries out with every thrust, every pinch, every fervent promise.

"I'm yours," she answers between hot, ragged puffs of breath. "Always, always, always yours."

Her fingers sneak between her legs, rubbing fast circles over her clit as he pounds away. Sex with Malcolm has always been amazing, but it's never been like this. He loves her and he needs her and, okay yes she knows sex shouldn't be the validation she seeks in their relationship, but it's still so fucking nice.