“It is because you love me and you carry my kit.” I slide closer and press a kiss to her brow. “You want to spend your nights in my furs and your days at my side.” I kiss her nose. “You love my cock. You love my spur. You love my tongue.” “The rest of you is kind of annoying,” she mutters, but she loops one arm around my neck and brushes her lips against mine. “But as long as you’re sure.”
