“You're my undeniable truth—my destiny,” he murmured, reaching for my lips.”
“I want to bite this lip,” he murmurs against my mouth, and carefully he tugs at it with his teeth.”
“I love you," he murmurs. "Can you feel that? You. Not some destiny I think I'm called to. You. I'm with you. My strength. My soul. My heart. Feel it.”
“He reached for my hand, lifted it to his lips, and kissed my fingertips. "I love you.”
“Fuck," he murmured against my lips. The feel, the word, sent a hot little shock through my spine. It skittered through my veins, danced through every nerve.”
“Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.”