What he wants is to marry her and live in a big place in the Irish countryside where they can make love every night and he'll never be allowed to make another decision for himself ever again, but not only is that all patently impossible, it's pretty far outside the scope of the moment. Still a nice thought, though.

"Want ta be inside ye," he sighs, not wanting to break that kiss for longer than absolutely necessary, running the back of his nails lightly along the curve of her breast. He has her, and she's got him just as fully, if not more. Most of the time that terrifies him because of how dangerous it is, but right now it's just a comfort. "Want ta make ye scream."