With her pressed up against him like this, Rezo can easily feel each quiver that goes through her body when he runs his fingers and nails around her ear. He wants to keep going, wants to draw out more responses from her. But he shouldn’t-

Almost as overwhelmed as she is, Rezo bends down to press a kiss against the top of her forehead. His hand stills against her ear, and he tilts his head to murmur in her other: “Should I stop, Lioriley?”