[He's lost in her, the feel of her around him, the smell of her, her every breath. He huffs out one of her own, when she speaks. He would very much disagree. He knows his broken, a ruined wreck of a man. She's the beautiful one here, choosing him at all, when she could have someone far more together. Someone far more deserving. ]
No more than you, amatus.
[Not even close, he kisses along her ear, his fingers moving to trace her body, every muscle as they shift with their movements.
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No more than you, amatus.
[Not even close, he kisses along her ear, his fingers moving to trace her body, every muscle as they shift with their movements.
She is perfect. ]