"𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨"

Ｔｒｕｅ

He traced her curves and edges carelessly, knowing wherever he ended up, would be beautiful and flawless. Pressing the pads of his fingers against her spine he traced stories onto her back. Of deep desires and lonely thoughts. Working his way higher to her neck he felt her shiver from the sensitivity.

Bending slightly he brushed his teeth along her throat, nipping but never quite touching her.
This drove her crazy
He was the master of wild.

Brushing her hair from her neck, he traced her collar bone drawing jewellery on her body.
He was the artist
She was the canvas.

He was drawing their story
She was listening and wishing for it to come true.

(Yes I know this is sexual
Be gone children
I was bored 🙄.)