When she finally pulled back again, just enough for him to catch his breath, Milo let out a tiny giggle, a sound that was sweet and shy and so pure it made Ruby smile against his forehead. His cheeks were flushed pink, his chest rising and falling faster than before, but now it wasn't from fear.
He looked up at her through his lashes, his lips pink and just a little damp, eyes glowing like a soft lantern. He felt beautiful, not because he looked it, but because in that moment, wrapped in her gentle touch and warm breath, he was beautiful. Loved. Wanted.
And all he could do was whisper, his voice so airy it barely reached her ears, "Thank you… wife… you make me feel… so beautiful…"
