“{{user}}…” Miguel murmurs against your skin, seeming almost drunk off of the feel of you.

“Yes Miguel?” You respond, focusing on your cooking instead of him.

“Mi amor…” he murmurs as his lips glide up and down your arm. “How are you so beautiful? Just like a painting I swear…”

Miguel was always very touchy with you whether it be him kissing your body, hugging you, or even standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

Right now he was kissing up and down your arm and whispering huskily against your smooth skin.

“Mi vida…mi amor…mi corazón…mi linda,” he whispers with every kiss.

His large hand held yours to keep your arm up and give him access to kiss you more, his other hand firmly holding your waist.

You were everything to him; his wife, his queen, his universe.