Prologue
"You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his bare arms flexing as she shifted in his embrace. The silk duvet slips on his smooth back, the muscles on his abdomen rippling with every movement.
She doesn't answer, only sighing pleasurably when his lips descend on her neck. As she feels his warm breath on her skin she shudders, her hands hanging onto his broad shoulders. "But that's not why I love you," he adds, recoiling from her neck and directly looking at the woman below him.
The shinobi plants a kiss on her soft, delicate lips, and she smiles at him. His hands move from her perfectly sculpted face to the sides of her warm body, exposed save for the dark shadow that he casts on her. "I'm pretty sure you know..." he smirks unknowingly ― it has been a habit of his since forever.
His dark onyx eyes gaze into the pure whiteness of hers, and he silently wonders how two people as different as they manage to love each other. The silvery moonlight permeates through the open French doors, making her face gleam with sacred life. "That the reason I love you..."
Her hands also roam toward his chest, eliciting a small gasp from him. She forces her torso upwards and kisses his lips briefly, falling back onto the bed after doing so. At this the man cracks another pensive smile.
The wedding ring she is wearing reflects the wonderful moonlight and shines, and he dips his head once again so that his face is a mere inch from hers. One of his big, capable hands caresses her pearl cheek, marveling at how perfect she is. The other hand lies below her back, feeling every vertebra. "Is you," he says as he shifts his body.
"Just you," he emphasizes, pulling her into a longer, more passionate kiss, and allowing her to lose herself in their love.