He was so gentle and tender in bed, savoring every touch.
He took a bite of food, obviously savoring its flavor before he swallowed.
His frame tensed once again, and he breathed in her scent, savoring the way its musky sweetness filled his lungs.
He kissed her gently, tasting her, savoring her.
She closed her eyes, savoring the sensations, his scent and heated touch imprinted upon her mind.
The man who tore people in two had been beyond gentle with her, savoring every inch of her body, as if he was trying to memorize everything about her.
He played along with her banter but it was interesting to see he was savoring everything she said like the good wine we were sharing.
He kissed her again, slow and deep, savoring her flavor, then pulled his head away.