He wobbled dangerously on the arm propping him above her as the warm weight of her leg settled around him. He wanted to just collapse against her and wallow in the feel of her.
His trousers and pants needed to soon. Very, very soon, because he wanted her so badly that his teeth ached with the visceral need.
"What can I say? I'm a rebel." He nipped at her bottom lip. "I get off on upholding pureblood tradition in my own way." Will curled his fingers into the ends of her hair just because he'd always been facinated with her golden locks. "Besides, my darling wife, you are the one who's an Heir. Should you have inspected me before agreeing to marry the blacksheep Rosier?"