He wasn't one to argue with such a beautiful witch. Especially not the one he was married to. So he slid into her as her legs tightened around his waist. She was nearly weightless in the water so it was easy to hold her and remain upright. He moved in and out rather lazily as if they had all the time in the world.
"Love you," he murmured, burying his face in the crook of her neck, lips running along and then teeth nipping. Quite suddenly, he was overcome with the urge to mark her and his teeth closed down harder.