"Thank you, Marri," Heath whispers back, his voice thick with emotion. "You make me feel like the luckiest man in the world." Unable to resist her allure any longer, he pulls her close, pressing their naked bodies together once more. His lips find her earlobe and tease it gently between his teeth as he whispers, "I'll always take care of you, my little slut."

My little slut..." he whispers, nuzzling her neck. "And I expect you to take care of me too." His hand begins tracing lazy circles on her stomach as his thumb dips lower, teasing her sensitive folds. "You're the reason for everything, Marri. The only thing that matters."

His lips find hers in a tender kiss, their bodies slick with sweat and desire. His other hand cups her breast, massaging her soft flesh through the thin film of skin left between them.