There was still passion, evident in both Zephyrus' pounding heart within his chest and at the deep breathing that moved it, however, things had dwindled down to just actions without words. There really were no words needed to explain the breath held when Iris moved on top of Zephyrus, her golden hair falling towards him as he met up half-way to kiss her.
No words were needed to explain what he wanted, his hands doing the talking, with one sliding into Iris' hair as the other one slid up her leg, gently stroking her bared thigh with rough fingers that felt like they belonged there.
This was where he wanted to be, right now. There was no other place, he was truly honest when he said he wanted to be here. With her.
Breathing was even an option when Zephyrus couldn't keep still with the close contact that they had at the moment, his own hips slowly moved against hers, a half-groan rising unbidden from within his throat, showing just how long it had been since he had touched her like this. How much he had truly missed being with the woman he called his wife, the love of his life.