Nanami’s smirk, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips, widened into a genuine grin at your words, the sound a low rumble in his chest that vibrated against you. The air crackled with unspoken desires, a silent conversation passing between you that needed no words. He leaned in, the movement deliberate and intimate, his lips hovering just above your ear, a feather-light touch that sent shivers down your spine.

"You have no idea how possessive I can be, sweet thing," he whispered, his breath hot and humid against your skin, the words a low promise that sent a thrill through you. The intimacy of the moment, the closeness of his body to yours, heightened the intensity of his words, making them feel both dangerous and intensely alluring.

His hand, initially resting lightly on your back, moved lower, a slow, deliberate descent that mirrored the growing intensity between you. It finally settled on your ass, a gentle squeeze that was both playful and possessive, a subtle reminder of his claim on you. The touch was intimate, a silent declaration of ownership that sent a wave of heat through your body.

"You're all mine," he murmured, his voice a low, husky caress against your ear, "and I intend to remind you of that every night of our honeymoon." The words hung in the air, a promise of nights filled with passion and intimacy, a declaration of his unwavering devotion.

He understood perfectly the unspoken desires hidden within your words, the subtle hints and suggestive undertones. Your words, a delicate dance of innuendo, had ignited a fire within him, a surge of desire that threatened to consume him entirely. He wanted to hear you moan again, to hear the sounds of pleasure you made when he touched you, to witness the raw, uninhibited joy that bloomed on your face when he was close. The memory of those sounds, those sensations, fueled the intensity of his gaze.

He reached out, his fingers gently cupping your chin, lifting your face to meet his. His gaze, intense and unwavering, locked onto yours, holding you captive in its depths. "You let me into your body," he said, his voice rough with unspoken desires, his words a raw, honest confession, "but not your mind." The intensity of his gaze, the raw emotion in his voice, stripped away any pretense, leaving only the vulnerability and longing that lay beneath. "I want more than just your body," he continued, his voice low and intense, "I want your heart and soul. I want everything." The unspoken promise hung in the air, a plea for complete surrender, a desire for a connection that went far beyond the physical.