She looked down onto his face. So gorgeous. It wasn't just his beautiful, very masculine features, it was the way he was inside. I'm in love with you. There isn't anything that you can tell me that is...
I want you to be mine completely. I need you to give yourself to me the way you kiss me. More importantly, I need to be your man. The one who shelters you, protects you, gives you everything.
Claiming her as his. He was rough, demanding and possessive. He wanted her to feel his brand of love. Complete. Encompassing. Reverent. Carnal.
By conversing about the weather, a job, just everyday things, whoever was listening would be able to ascertain a rythm to a voice. The way a person breathed. Their heartbeat. That would help indicate...
She loved to see that smile, the way it transformed his face from rugged, dangerous, very masculine beauty to something much softer and approachable.