It was always entertaining to surprise Théadan and be surprised by him, especially in their most intimate moments. It kept them from growing bored with each other, not that she thought that ever to be possible. A triumphant little grin sprouted on her lips upon hearing him gasp, but it was the way he said her name after she’d rotated her hips, the way he shifted beneath her and closed his eyes, that aroused her even further. If he ever truly knew just how hot his actions made her for him, they were likely to never leave a bed again. As it was, the way he was acting made her want to give him anything and everything he desired. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him and the best part of knowing that truth about herself was the confidence he felt the exact same for her.<br/><br/>Hands planted on her thighs and at first Navia thought he needed to hold onto something, the pleasure was so immense for him, but Théadan took advantage of the extra hold on her. A pitchy moan escaped her when he thrusted upward, forcing his member deeper and teasing her cervix. Her breath came in heavy gasps as the tremors ran through her, her hands clutching at his chest instead of resting atop the scarred flesh. “Théadan,” she whimpered shakily, having not expected him to take part so roughly, her eyes wide as she looked down at him. His hand went to cover one of hers and it was then she realized her fingers were digging into his chest. Not wanting to harm him, only wanting to bring him up to the giddy heights of pleasure, Navia forced her fingers to relax, her one hand instead shifting to grip his tightly while the other smoothed down to his side where she could hold onto him better.<br/><br/>His voice was thick and stuttered by his heavy breathing, but the words demanded more from her. They demanded she prove the world wrong. It brought a small smirk to her lips as the surprise of how he’d taken advantage of his feet still on the floor, increasing the strength of his thrust, ebbed away. Replacing it was conviction, the need to show him, to make him feel how perfect they were together. Nodding, Navia gave her head a small shake to push her loose black hair to tumble down her back, her near-black eyes filling with a mixture of desire and determination. With her mind filling with how much she wanted Théadan to know they belonged together, Navia began to move atop him. It was a combination of lifting her hips from his and rolling them that moved him inside her, her body waiting until his hard length was mostly out of her before welcoming him back in. It was a smooth movement, made easy by how wet she was for him, and once Navia had a strong rhythm of her hips raising and rolling, she was able to focus on the expressions crossing Théadan’s face.<br/><br/>It wasn’t enough though. He always made her so greedy. With her hips forcing him to slide in and out of her, the friction from her inner walls trying desperately to hold him within exquisite, Navia tightened her hold on her lover’s hand while the other reached up to gently grasp his chin. She held him in place as she leaned down to him, her dark eyes focused entirely on his until she was close enough to capture his lips for another hot kiss. She groaned into it, the taste and feel of him filling her senses and causing her to shove her hips down on his harder, then grinding their pelvises together to force him deeper. “Do it again,” Navia demanded huskily when they broke the kiss, saliva caught between them as her hand on his chin tilted his head back to expose the curve of his strong throat. “Right now, do it right now,” she gave her hips another quick swirl to entice Théadan into thrusting upward so hard again, her teeth biting down on his neck to help alleviate some of the frustration she had at having to wait.