You so fuckin' precious when you smile

Hit it from the back and drive you wild

Girl, I lose myself up in those eye-eye-eye-eye-eyes

I just had to let you know you're mine

To say that Ciel was territorial was a fact, but when it came to you, territorial was an understatement.

When he first sat eyes on you, it was as if he could breathe happily for the first time in a long while. The way you graced the floor like you were gliding upon it; your feet much too precious to even hit the floor beneath you.

Your eyes.

That's where Ciel lost himself; pools of shimmering glass that commanded anyone and everyone's attention.

The way they would crinkle each time you would laugh or smile. You put him under your hypnotizing spell and you didn't even know it.

Weaving his way through the dancing and mingling bodies that were sprawled out on the ballroom floor, he finally made his way over to you as a lump formed in his throat. His eyes trailed over your body; plump and soft, the fabric of your dress outlining the curves and lumps on your body in such a way that it made you look even more angelic than before.

Stepping into your line of sight, the young earl held his hand out to you; a look of surprise taking over your features at the gesture.

"Care to dance, my lady?"

The smile that Ciel began to adore crossed your face as you happily gave him your hand, a waltz beginning as the band started to play a new song.

"I'm surprised you wanted to dance with me, nobody usually does." Ciel gave your soft hand a gentle squeeze before spinning you around; dress flowing out a bit.

"I guess the others are too blind to see a beauty when it's right in front of them."

Needless to say, Ciel made it his goal to have you. As he danced and laughed with you through the night, he vowed to make you his bride because being with you made him feel whole again.

Hands on your body, I don't wanna waste no time

Feels like forever even if forever's tonight

Just lay with me, waste this night away with me

You're mine, I can't look away, I just gotta say

Teeth clashing, tongues intertwining and hands grasping onto any exposed flesh.

Aspects that usually occurred once Ciel shut your shared bedroom door, the darkness masking your sinful activities as moans and groans of pleasure filled the chilled air; of course you both would be too hot to even pick up on that.

He'd leave marks down the slope of your neck, the curve of your soft stomach and the underside of your bust muttering, "Gorgeous, my love," His hands tracing the bumps that your body adorned. "Every single inch of you." Soft kisses of affection being placed over each mark he inflected on your body.

"You're mine." He'd growl out.

Words he'd say every night as the sin would escalate. Even with the soft words he'd mutter against your feverish skin, these were aggressive.

As your night of love would continue, you wouldn't think much about those words because you were his; body and soul.

Ciel finally had you and he didn't plan on ever letting you go. As you moaned out in ecstasy under him, he swore to keep you by his side and if he had to get rid of a few pesky vermin; then so be it.

You were his after all.