//Mine,// he agreed, basking in the feelings that she was sending his way. To be loved... To be wanted. He was going to hold on to that. Keep it tucked away in the place of his heart and just let it linger. //Yours.//

As he crouched over her, sending her more kisses, he let his own love and desire sit wide-open for her to drink in, too.

His hips moved to meet hers, and a whole new level of appreciation settled in with the feelings that he was sharing as he pushed up against her. He was going to take this slowly, take her slowly. This didn't happen nearly often enough, these days, and he was fully intending to savour it.