The warmth of the afternoon sun bathed the garden in a golden glow, and for a moment, everything felt suspended in time. The soft rustle of the leaves, the chirping of birds, and the scent of roses mingled with the air, creating a world that feels only ours.
Marcus still held me close, my body pressed against his, my legs wrapped around his waist as he leaned against the tree. His hands were on me, but there was gentleness in the way he touched me now, as though savoring the aftermath of what we had just shared.
His lips hovered above my ear, his breath warm against my skin too close I feel tge warmth of his breath.
"Foxy..."
He murmured, the growl from earlier still present in his voice, but there was something softer in it now.
"You're so damn beautiful."
I closed my eyes at the sound of his voice, that deep, rough edge that never failed to make my pulse quicken.
"I'm not sure if I've ever felt more alive than I do with you..."
