Holding them impossibly close until they're left speechless, every shaky breath turning into soft little whimpers they can't hold back. Their eyes glisten with tears, not from fear, but because the intensity of the moment leaves them completely overwhelmed. They bury their face against you, clinging tightly, barely able to whisper your name as they melt into your embrace, completely lost in the feeling of being wanted.
Silly puppy, if you weren't meant to be pinned underneath me, why am I so much bigger? Why is it so easy to grip your little wrists and manhandle you right where I want you? Nature made you prey - if you were meant to be in charge you'd be big and mean - like me.