With Théadan’s arms firm around her, trapping her arms to her sides, Navia had to rely on him to bring them down to the floor safely. Luckily Théadan was able to guide them down to the floor with little issue, though she had to scoff at him for his goading words. She knew he couldn’t see her sour expression, but it she he would be able to feel her newly found energy to struggle again, her legs and arms trying to pull free from the blanket while she felt his larger body press down on hers, pinning her on her side against the floor. He was still laughing though, and she could not keep from doing the same despite her need to answer him. “Of course I’ll get back at you,” her muffled voice came from under the blanket as her hands began to try to find a way out of the blanket. His hands were squeezing her, one at her side and the other on her rear, but she ignored it, trying instead to try to find a way out from under the blanket, “This horrible treatment of me will not be forgotten!”<br/><br/>Eventually he found a corner of the blanket and she felt his hand brush against her forearm before he finally pulled the blanket back and she could see him again. He appeared so proud of himself for capturing and sitting on her that she narrowed her gaze at him the instant his pleasing features came into view. Twisting onto her back so she could try to gain the right angle to slip away from him again, Navia pressed her hands against Théadan’s knees and pressed, wiggling her hips to try to pull free from the way he straddled her. “Get off—“ she started to say while his hands pushed up her body, but the words soon died in her throat with the way Théadan loomed over her. She took a moment to blow the loose tendrils of her blanket-mussed dark hair from her face before Théadan’s calloused, scarred hands took her face into his hands. He was so sure he was going to have her. Even as that thrilled her, she knew the game urged her to remain defiant to such a claim to her.<br/><br/>Her lips parting to denounce his confident words, Théadan’s lips met hers for a hungry kiss, his tongue seeking out hers. Navia groaned into it, shifting beneath him a little as the excitement sent her heart pounding and her hands gripping the blanket still covering part of her. His hands were already working at her dress and she left him to it, her breath coming in a rush when he pulled back from the heady kiss. Navia blinked up at Théadan briefly, her tongue running along her bottom lip to gather up any leftover taste of him, and she could see how badly he wanted her in those devastatingly green eyes. His voice was low, proud, and the possessive tone definitely appealed to her. To be wanted that way, to be desired so deeply that she could trigger such primitive behavior from her sweet, considerate prince that he would drag her to the floor and speak to her so bluntly, it was powerful.<br/><br/>Yet she knew it was not yet time to yield. They both knew she would give in. They both knew she wanted to, that she loved when Théadan became more demanding. They also both knew how he loved how she was challenging. She had seen the way he had enjoyed her defying his claim that he could he take whatever he wanted. She knew what she could do to give them both what they enjoyed in each other, which was ultimately what would please them both the most. It was one of her favorite things about their relationship; they both had their preferences and they knew each other’s, which they loved to give each other. With his hands working at her clothes, Navia was free to move as she pleased, allowing her to enact her little plan.<br/><br/>“Crying out your name?” Navia repeated with a fake scoff, her voice a thick mix of lust and feigned disbelief, “Is that so?” With one hand pushing down the length of his chest, the other took a fistful of his loose shirt and tugged, bringing Théadan down closer so that their noses nearly brushed. Dark eyes bright with the excitement of having him so near, Navia at first could only stare at his lips, the desire to capture them with her own nearly derailing what she wanted to do. Remembering herself, she looked up at him with a knowing grin. “You would have to do quite a lot for me to cry out your name after treating me so poorly,” Navia said lowly with a wide grin, her free hand reaching between them to cup the arousal she could feel pressing against his pants and rubbing slowly just to taunt him a little more, “Are you so sure you can?” There was no question in her mind Théadan could, but she could not resist challenging him just a bit further after so many confident claims.