His hands fist into the sheets as his hips undulate into hers. Her body fit him so well, like she was made for him. He had spent his entire life adrift until he found peace in this world. There were still moments where he didn't know his purpose, or if he could truly be as good as she believed, but the thing he never doubted was how much he loved and wanted her.

"You fit me so well," he speaks against her lips, driving his hips into hers over and over, "it feels like you were made for me." His hands move to her waist as he thrusts at an even tempo, the bed squeaking in time with flesh meeting flesh. He imagines they might both actually be sore if they keep doing this insatiable tangle of limbs and sex over and over.

He kisses her temple, sated at the feeling of being inside of her. She was beautiful with her flushed skin and her hair a tangled mess. She was beautiful even when her hair was neat and tied back in her buns and she wore clothes, but there was something special in seeing her unraveled and disheveled. He liked this side of her just as much as who she was outside of their bedroom.