He buries his hands in her hair and kisses her deeply.

"Mmmnn."

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs. "You're amazing. I love you."

"It feels nice when you say that."

"I'm glad." Kiss. "I love you. You make me so happy."

Kiss. "I'm glad I make you happy."

"Good." He pets her hair and kisses her some more.

Hairpets: yes.

Hairpets and kisses and snuggles and running his hands down her back and picking up her hand to kiss the seal on her wrist.

She gives a tiny shriek at the ticklishness when he kisses her wrist.

He laughs and lets go and kisses her.

Yes good.

Mmmmmm yes.

Kisses! Delighted wriggling!

He rolls on top of her; his weight presses her into the bed. He kisses her some more.

She makes a brief noise of startlement at this but does not seem to otherwise be negatively affected.

"I love you."

Kiss.

"I want you."

Kiss. "I can kind of tell." Kiss.

He laughs. He kisses her again, warm and affectionate.

Mmm.

"It was so good, this morning."

Kiss. "Good, I'm glad. Want to do it again?"

"Yes."

He rolls off of her to sprawl on the bed by her side. "Why don't you take off your clothes this time. Unless you prefer having them torn off you, I suppose."

"I'm good." She wriggles out of her clothes and tosses them off the bed.

He pulls her close and kisses her, running his hands through her hair and over her shoulders and down her back. Touching her is good and important. And they are not in public or a hurry, so this seems like a good opportunity to explore all the ways she likes to be touched.

(There's a part of him that's saying - and has been for a while now - she's yours, just take her. But - he wants her safe and happy. She would not be safe and happy if he sank his teeth into her slave-marks until she lost her voice screaming.)