[There isn't a better feeling in the world than Yseult's laugh, or a better sound. Darras takes a moment to appreciate it, as much as he appreciates the crawl of her fingers, gentle pressure, the gentle prickling of her fingernails on his skin. He presses a kiss to her chest, the flat plane of her breastbone.]
On the contrary-- [He pulls at her shirt, intent to draw it over her head, interrupting his own line of kissing to make this important change.] He thinks everything of the wife he loves.
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On the contrary-- [He pulls at her shirt, intent to draw it over her head, interrupting his own line of kissing to make this important change.] He thinks everything of the wife he loves.