Ronan put his hand on Arielle's back, lifting the girl's body to lie under her.
"And now burn me too. With your desire."
"You're really good at changing the atmosphere, Ronan." Arielle chuckled when her husband, who put on a sullen face a few seconds ago, was now looking at her passionately.
"Hm-hm … I've been holding it since we left my room earlier. You must take responsibility."
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to torment you."
Ronan pulled his shirt over his head swiftly then imprisoned Arielle down with his massive body. His elbows rested on either side so that he didn't lean all his weight on Arielle.
A gentle kiss started their love session. Ronan kissed Arielle's lips passionately, while the girl's slender fingers ran through his thick, black hair. He let out a long groan. With just one kissing session, his desire was already burning high.
