That pleased him. Greatly. She was perfect for anyone as beautiful as she, men who modeled probably lay at her feet. He laughed amused crawling overtop her so his shadow cast against her creamy skin. He hummed as their noses touched. "They all want you as a trophy," he wanted her as any lovesick man did. As his wife. She was his equal in ego, but she wouldn't push him away.

"Not so much as a kiss?" He teased her, kissing her forehead. It was amazing how in minutes he could fall over a woman so hard when he usually paid them no mind.