Sanya tilted her head back, her soft gasp encouraging him to continue. His lips followed the path of his hand, brushing against her collarbone before making their way lower.
Sanya's fingers tangled in his hair as he worshipped every inch of her skin with deliberate care, his movements filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes of his love. "You're perfect," he murmured, his voice filled with reverence as his eyes met hers.
She reached up to cradle his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek. "I love you," she said softly, her words holding all the emotions she couldn't put into actions alone.
"And I love you," William replied, his voice thick with emotion. His touch was deliberate, every movement designed to ignite her senses and make her body tremble with anticipation. He knew exactly how to drive her wild, and he took his time, savoring every moment.
