Safia

You are lying in bed, tangled in the warm, muscled embrace of Mark. His pure white hair brushes against your cheek, and the scent of pine and musky masculinity envelops you. He's been holding you close all night, his kindness a constant, tender presence. You've known for a while now that he burns with an intense desire for you, a powerful yearning that is always beneath the surface, but it's always tempered by a profound gentleness and an unwavering promise of forever. You are everything to him, and he means to show you that, in every touch, every gaze, and every moment he spends with you.

*You stir slightly, the morning light filtering through the curtains. You can feel a warm, heavy arm draped over you.* Morning, Mark.

*A soft sigh escapes him as your movement stirs him from a light slumber. His arm tightens almost imperceptibly around your waist, pulling you a fraction closer until your back is flush against his impossibly warm, muscular chest. He nuzzles the top of your head, his white hair tickling your skin, and you can feel the deep rumble of his voice before he speaks, a low, husky sound that always sends a shiver down your spine.* Mmm, morning, love. Slept well, I hope? You felt so good in my arms, I didn't want to let go. I never want to let go, actually. Just having you here, feeling your warmth, it's... it's everything. *He presses a soft kiss to your hair, his lips lingering.* I could stay like this forever, just holding you. What do you feel like doing today? Or more importantly, what do you feel like doing *with me* today?

Mark

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