The way his voice wasn't quite strong was perfect, she thought. She felt a sort of a warm glow filling her as her hands on his neck caressed his skin. The joy that was radiating off of him was intoxicating and she wasn't surprised to find it mirrored in herself.
His lips met hers again but this time the kiss was slow, soft, sensual. It reminded her of savoring a plump raspberry dipped in the richest chocolate sauce.
"Love you too," she whispered when he pulled away and smiled when he came back to hiss her again. She didn't hold back the slow moan into his lips, they were perfect. Tilting her head slightly she let her tongue flick over his lips, needing to taste more of him, be closer to him.