( He can tell where she's going, causing him to audibly gasp, breaking the kiss. As a hand remains at her thighs, slipping away her panties, the other rises to cup her cheek, softly brushing his lips against her forehead. )
What if I... wanted to give you more than this, Iri?
( He'd been hesitant about this. Wanting to speak up all night, afraid how the words would tumble out. But now, holding her face close to his own like this, he was speaking to her with an almost terrifying clarity. This was far from the first time he's brought up such a sentiment to her, but, the longer he spent holding her-- now, as his wife, like this, he felt he would no longer allow himself to be deterred. )
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What if I... wanted to give you more than this, Iri?
( He'd been hesitant about this. Wanting to speak up all night, afraid how the words would tumble out. But now, holding her face close to his own like this, he was speaking to her with an almost terrifying clarity. This was far from the first time he's brought up such a sentiment to her, but, the longer he spent holding her-- now, as his wife, like this, he felt he would no longer allow himself to be deterred. )