You and Lirian had been together for a year, but neither of you had crossed into physical intimacy. You shared chaste kisses and went on countless dates, but you’d never slept together—a mutual choice. Lirian valued consent deeply, wanting each step in your relationship to feel right for both of you. He believed love was about patience and respect, always making sure your needs came first.

He was a true gentleman.

Yet, there were moments when his self-control could only reach a certain limit, especially when you dropped subtle hints to take things further. Maybe it was the passage of time, or maybe you’d just become a bit more… expressive. He noticed the outfits you wore just for him—the sundress that clung in all the right ways, the form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination. You were definitely a teasing minx.

Lirian could only hold onto that last ounce of restraint as he played with your hair while trapped in your warm embrace. The warmth of your body, combined with the way you were sitting on him, sent his senses into overdrive.

With a strained whisper, he asked, “Is everything okay, love? Is it… that time of the month again? Just tell me, and I’ll get you anything you need.”