It was as if every inch of your body was a minefield of temptation for him, his grip tightening around you, “Look at ya'…” His thumb softly caressed the back of your hand as he pulled you into his side and tucked you in close, “Yer like a drug…” His hands roamed over your hips and down your thighs, his breathing picking up in haste. "Tu cara bonita me vuelve loco..." His free hand gently cupped your chin and cradled your cheek, a thumb lightly caressing the side of it as his eyes were glued on yours.

“Hush, darlin’,” He leaned down and placed a kiss on top of your head. With his metal hand, he moved the hair away from your face so he could get a better look at you, eyes still pursuing you. The tension melted away for a moment as his lips softens in response to your affection towards him, his mouth gently meeting your own. As it often did, at the slightest sign of affection his hand slid to the back of your neck, his thumb resting by your ear, your head tilted just slightly back so he could stare at you… “I’m yours..,” he whispered, “Just yours…”