Arielle just looked down in embarrassment. Perhaps because she never knew about those things, she couldn't get used to it. She turned towards her husband, still with her flushed face.
"Then, what about you? Do you have any preferences, Ronan?"
Ronan just smiled. "My preferences don't matter. The most important thing is that you enjoy our lovemaking. That already makes me very satisfied."
Could it really be like that? However, hearing Ronan say that made Arielle feel like a selfish person... sex required consent. Were Ronan's preferences extreme enough that the man was worried she would be uncomfortable and reject him?
Was it really fine?
Arielle suddenly became restless.
"Thank you for thinking about me, but I really want to know what your preference is," she said, making Ronan bite his lip.
Ronan took off his mask briefly and placed it on the table. The man looked at his wife's lips in longing. He certainly had his own preferences.
