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[rosarianoath]

No, he could say, but her love for him makes his heart surge. Imagine, being perfect in her eyes, the most important person who could love him like this. He gazes up at her, at her pale eyelashes, and that little break in the kiss gives him time to gasp: “I’m yours.”

[noburden]

"I thank the heavens for that every night," she tells him, and it may not be an exaggeration. They're meant to be together, forever. She knows that. "We were made for one another, Clive."

[rosarianoath]

“We were,” he agrees, lips just barely off hers. “I want you, always.”

[noburden]

"I can tell," she smiles. "When you come in tired or drunk the first thing you do is reach for me."

It's sweet.

"You gather me up in your arms like I dared to escape."

[rosarianoath]

“I fear I was drunk enough to smother you last night,” he says, hands roving over her ass.

[noburden]

She laughs, kissing his cheek, the corner of his mouth, slowly rocking into him.

"A little. I like it, usually."

[rosarianoath]

“Only usually,” he notes, and he gasps against her cheek as she continues to stroke him with every slow drag inside her. Has he ever felt so lazily love-drunk?

[noburden]

"Which is more often than not!" Ridiculous man. "Smother me, please. It's all I could ever want."

[rosarianoath]

"If I could ever creep in without you noticing," he murmurs, "I'd ensure you'd wake to a the whole of body pressed overtop yours."

Under her, he feels, is just as sweet.