otps + favorite moments: madness

I felt him nearer, his words close to my ear. “To the part where I lean back and pull you down with me?”
“Over me,” he said.
“The part where I tell you that I want to feel the softness of the curls at the nape of your neck? To know what your hipbone would feel like against my mouth?” he murmured against my skin. “To memorize the slope of your navel and the arch of your neck and the swell of your…”