If a man could live off of sounds alone, her sighs would keep Ricard going for weeks. He loved smallest of sighs or whimpers that he could draw from her. If he could pause time and replay them over and over again, he would for a lifetime.
"Mmmm, good. And there is only one woman that holds the man and beast in the palm of her hand, always." The warm water ran over his lean body and he slid his hands down and over her hips, enjoying the curve as he pulled her close. One hand slid over her thigh and pulled it up to rest along his hip and he kept her close.
"My beautiful goddess that holds my heart." He growled softly at the nip of his ear before leaning down and nipping at her shoulder. "Mine..."