The girl desperately tried not to get flushed red, but it was futile.
She controlled her breathing, as well as calmed down her pounding heart. But the desire that Ronan channeled through each of his fingertips burned Arielle even more. She wanted to be touched more.
Seeing Arielle's defenseless body beneath him, Ronan was momentarily stunned. Every little movement of his wife, while trying to avoid his touch, looked very alluring and beautiful.
Arielle's bright blue iris drowned him in the serenity he always longed for. Ronan could drown in that gaze for the rest of his life.
The girl's skin became more sensitive. A smile graced his face upon sensing Arielle's body also getting warmer under him.
"Can I start it?" Ronan asked in a half-whisper.
