Ronan held Arielle as the girl was about to get off his body. At first Arielle didn't understand why the man didn't want her to get up until finally Ronan took her hand to touch something that was already rock hard under his black pants.
"Ronan ..."
"I can't help it. How can I stay calm when you're sitting on top of me in such a seductive dress? I'm not Priest Elis. I'm always a pervert when I'm around you. You already know that, right?"
Arielle shook her head and rubbed her face frustratedly. The girl peeked at Ronan who was smiling broadly when he saw his wife's flushed face.
"Really, Ronan?"
Ronan laughed softly and bit his lip impatiently. "You want me to show my seriousness again? You can touch it again to your heart's content and confirm how serious our current situation is, Sweetheart."
