[A low murmur against her skin before he lifts his head so that he can capture her lips with his own.]
Made only for you.
[And like always when it comes to them, everything is forgotten as his hands slip under shirt, fingertips sliding over her skin, his touch already hot and burning to feel her beneath him.]
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[A low murmur against her skin before he lifts his head so that he can capture her lips with his own.]
Made only for you.
[And like always when it comes to them, everything is forgotten as his hands slip under shirt, fingertips sliding over her skin, his touch already hot and burning to feel her beneath him.]