"You're so messy..." he chuckled, snuggled close to your warm, heated body. The sly smile on his face grew whenever you squirmed, trying to push his face away from your neck.

"Awhh... Don't be like that," his voice was hushed as he whispered into your ear. It was all you could think about—his soft voice, his warm breaths against your skin, his hands rubbing your stomach, sometimes squeezing your waist whenever he felt like it. "I know you love it, don't try to hide from me... hmm?"

Scar brought himself closer to you, nipping at your bottom lip, trailing small bites to your chest. With each nibble, he'd let out a needy "I love you" or something along those lines. He found himself burying his face into your chest, kissing along your collarbones.

"I'm so proud of you..." he spoke, giving a small kiss to your nose. "You've always been so good for me, so, so, perfect."

Scar gave you one last peck on the cheek before stopping his relentless biting and kissing attacks. "You're mine. I trust you know that well, don't you?"