The sensation is still there. That light headed, pulse raising, cheeks enflamed sensation that he knows could lead to him sinking to the ground in a pile of dark clothes and pale skin.

Yet he won't let it happen. Not now. Not ever again with her.

Instead he holds tight to that sensation, reveling in it as he revels in her.

The feels of soft skin against his fingertips, the taste of her on his lips. His tongue brushing against hers, sensations that are still so new to him and yet he doesn't think will ever grow old. Savoring that moment, even as his mind races, wanting more, needing everything, and yet wanting nothing more than to savor what he has right now. The woman he loves.

The kiss barely breaks, his teeth lightly grazing her lip as he fights for a soft breath. He'd give up breathing entirely, if he could, just to keep kissing her.