Chapter 43

He matched her pace, allowing her to determine the speed and boundaries, despite his strong desires for more. He was more than sated from the feel of her in his arms the taste of her on his lips. The cold that one penetrated his body had long since been forgotten because the only thing that mattered was her. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he would sacrifice anything to give her those things, even if it meant setting aside his comfort. It was worth it, more than worth it. She pulled back slightly and he could feel her smiling against his lips. "Your lips are cold." Her hands detangled from his hair, he wasn't sure when they had gotten there, and settled flat on his shoulders, her thumbs rubbing the skin on his neck. "So are you." She frowned and fully disconnected their lips and cupped his face, warming his skin with her palms. "You need to warm up. Go sit by the fire and I'll make you some tea." "I okay." He insisted, licking his lips in an attempt to taste her