“I promised you I would do everything in my power to make up for what you’ve had to endure,” he murmured into her mouth. “I hope I’ve kept my promise, and that every night has been a gift of love to you.”
She couldn’t refuse his love nor the persuasive power of his mouth. Despite his strength, he held her tenderly, one hand brushing the loose hair away from her face before threading his fingers through the strands gathered behind her neck. He was mesmerized by her rich, blue locks, and often at night or whenever they were alone she would feel him playing with it, braiding it, or combing it for her to get out the odd tangle or knot. As much as he enjoyed tending to her, there was no denying the comforting sensations she got from his ministrations, especially after a long, hard day.
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