Scar

His wet tongue traces circles around her skin. Small circles. Big circles. Bathing her in his saliva. He kisses and then sucks gently on her ribs. They are more defined then before but he doesn't care. He squeezes her hands tight, knowing she wants to pull him away. He won't let her. He moves up to the scar and kisses softly. She tenses but does not move. He licks up and down the jagged purple mark.

He was at a lost of words to explain his love. She wouldn't accept a response so he does the next best thing. He shows her she is still perfect in his eyes. She always will be.