Feyre hummed softly when his lips found hers again. Oddly being like this, naked while he was clothed, didn't bother her in the slightest. His hand on her backside, and her back, held her close. "I don't know what enchants me more: your eyes, and how expressive they are, your kisses, because your lips are so very soft, or the way you make me feel being held like this."
She brushed her lips along his chin. "I could stand being held like this... for days." But she was sure he wasn't as comfortable as he could be.