The room is hot and steamy as you passionately make love. Your bodies come together like a matching puzzle piece as Harry rocked his hips strategically with yours. Both your hands are holding each others, resting on the pillow above your head. It all felt very intense but at the same time calming.
Then Harry lifts his head from where he had it in your heated neck, and places kisses on your forehead. But not just one kiss, several tiny pecks on your forehead and then trails them down your sweaty face.
You giggle at the ticklish touch of Harry's soft lips and breathlessly question, "What are yah doing, babe?"
Harry travels the kisses to your ear as his hips stay focused grinding with yours and replies, "Just showing my love to you s'all. Love you so much and wouldn't want to make love to anyone else, ever. M' so happy you agreed to marry me. You're truly the love of my life, y/n."
When he finishes whispering the endearing words in your ear, you feel Harry give your hands a slight squeeze and note the coolness of his wedding ring touching your palm. Then you mutter back quietly "I love you too, Harry. Love you too."
