שטויות שרשמתי בפטלייף

"Let me hear a gasp for air" He whispered, his fingers clasped around her neck like a vice that's slowly releasing the pressure after seeing the despair in her eyes.
Careful as to not hurt her windpipe, it was a recurring thing with the choking and the build up of despair and admiration that seeped through his submissive's gaze.

Letting her catch her breathe, letting her rest her head gingerly atop his chest and synchronize her own breathing with his; as if needing another way to be closer to him.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged at it to make her meet his gaze, giving a warm smile and asking "You okay?"

A kiss lands upon her soft and trembling lips, it was cold after all and he liked the idea of her being next to him for warmth. Clad in his shirt and against him for a moment, all she needed was his permeating heat to coat her and heat her up from her core outwards.
His big hands had traveled up and down her frame, grabbing ahold of her hips and tugging her into him all the more. "Come closer, my little rascal." he whispered; wanting to feel wrapped with her like a new piece of clothing to keep him decent. After all - she makes him a better person.

She's nothing short of amazing, of pure and unadulterated cuteness.
He's smitten, he's aching for her love.
He knew that he was infatuated with her from the moment that she curled up into a ball over his lap, teary eyed and giggling in both pain and glee. He knew he adored her from the image of her eyes pleading for more; just that gaze that said "Please, don't you stop now."