[ His answer is to groan low in his chest, tightening his grip on her just a little as the last pulse of ecstasy goes through him. He strokes her hair a little, but keeps his hand where it is, firm at the back of her neck.
Eventually he does manage to bring his head forward again, looking at her with lazy, warm satisfaction. The lion and the tigress basking in the warmth of the sun.
Except instead of the sun it's scented bath water and come. ]
You are so fucking beautiful.
[ It's barely a murmur, the way he says it, like he doesn't even know he's saying it out loud. It simply came out of him, too true to remain unsaid. ]
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Eventually he does manage to bring his head forward again, looking at her with lazy, warm satisfaction. The lion and the tigress basking in the warmth of the sun.
Except instead of the sun it's scented bath water and come. ]
You are so fucking beautiful.
[ It's barely a murmur, the way he says it, like he doesn't even know he's saying it out loud. It simply came out of him, too true to remain unsaid. ]