At first the pleasure he was giving her was mounting so greatly, Navia nearly missed the murmured words Théadan spoke. Her focus had been on the mind-numbing way he pounded into her, in how safe and perfect it was to have his strong arms holding her close, and the taste of his flesh between her teeth. Such a simple sentence sent a little quiver of desire through her and Navia smiled to herself when he paired it with tilting his head for her. She took it as a wordless suggested of where her mouth should go next and she was quick to oblige, releasing his shoulder and running her tongue along to soothe. She pressed a couple quick kisses to Théadan’s throat as she traveled up it, then found another spot to claim as hers. She always loved when he did it to her, it felt primal and greedy, and not something she would have allowed from anyone other than him. She only accepted belonging to Théadan, would happily give him anything he wanted, because she knew he belonged to her and would do the same for her.<br/><br/>She wanted to answer him, wanted him to know, she would give him whatever he wanted of her, especially when he was offering so much to her, but Théadan chose that moment after speaking to somehow amplify the hard pace he was using. He used his hands to lift her away from his hips, withdrawing the rigid shaft he was using to pleasure her, then pulled her right back down again. The result was a deep, deliciously rough thrust that had her crying out against his throat. It was growing to be painful, but Navia didn’t care. She could be sore later. In the moment, the bliss was overshadowing the pain far too greatly for it to matter. As it was, Théadan chose to grind his hips against hers right after, the additional push from his arms sending the bulbous tip of his member right up to her cervix, where it was teased and stretched, sending her reeling. “Thé—ah!” Navia couldn’t even form his name in that moment, the spasms from Théadan trying to force his way past her cervix causing her to instead release a pitchy moan.<br/><br/>She abandoned the spot on his throat she’d been biting down on, her forehead instead pressing tightly against his temple as Théadan pinned her to the wall and kept them still. Breathless whimpers escaped her as she felt him kissing along her cheek until he found her ear. He was giving her everything she’d asked for, but he was doing it so masterfully, it was far better than Navia could have dreamt. Hearing him announce he was hers whenever she wanted, that it was her whom he belonged to, only made her love what he was doing even more. They were being rough, loud, primitive, in their lovemaking, yet Navia knew the love they had for each other was still at the root of it all. She might have been nearly out of her mind with pleasure, but none of it was mindless or meaningless.<br/><br/>Navia squirmed against Théadan a little when he took her earlobe into her mouth, but hearing him call her his always gave her the same reaction. She loved hearing it, it always stirred up her emotions, and Navia nodded, her arms and legs tightening around him to keep him close. He began thrusting into her again, taking his time to work back up to the eager rhythm he’d been using, yet Théadan offered her more. “I need…” It was hard to speak, hard to think. Yet Navia wanted to answer him and lifted her head from his neck to press kisses up to his face. “You,” she answered simply, eyes clouded with lust as her lips pressed against his briefly, “Your love, your warmth…” Her lips continued to wander the other side of his face then, the hand not gripping his back sliding around to cup his cheek and holding him as best she could as he rocked his body against hers. “Your affection, your humor,” Navia went on, thinking of all she loved about Théadan, all she craved.<br/><br/>“But for right now, most of all,” Navia paused to lean forward and claim his lips with hers. It was a demanding kiss, one in which she unapologetically sought out his tongue to writhe with hers. She wanted Théadan’s taste invading her senses, wanted him to have yet another way to understand how ardently she loved what he was doing to her. Her hips did their best to roll against his while the kiss lasted and she poured all the passion she could muster into it. Navia had to pull back before too long though, and did so with a thick moan before gasping, “Your release…I need your release,<i>kamin</i>. I want to feel your heat and how much you cum. I want to feel it all.” Her teeth closed around his bottom lip then, and she sucked it into her mouth, before giving it a tug as her legs clenched around his waist. She could feel her vaginal walls beginning their rhythmic clenching and knew she was dangerously close to an orgasm. With the relentless, harsh way he continued to move his hips, she knew it would not be long. “Please,” Navia gasped, voice strained as she paused to release another desperate, loud moan as his hard thrusts continued and her voice shifted into a beg, “Please…I can’t anymore…I need you.”