Marksman POV

“I?” she said, frowning up at him.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said. “And then I’m going to ravish you.”

“And then?” she asked breathlessly.

“And then I’m going to sleep.”

It wasn’t so much ravishing as it was slowly, deliberately, and reverently worshipping.

Marksman took his time peeling her out of his t-shirt that she habitually wore to bed. He slid her panties down her legs, making sure his hands touched every stretch of skin as he did so. When she was naked, he sat back on his heels and marvelled at the woman lying on his bed. She was beautiful, but more than anything,...