No matter what they were doing, no matter the games they had concocted to entertain each other, Navia could count on Théadan reacting favorably when she cupped him. She could feel him tensing, could feel the breath he released on her skin, but most of all, she loved how he grinned down at her. She supposed it was mostly because she’d been goading him again, but she liked to think it was also because of her touch. He didn’t answer her, but with their arms brushing against each other, she could tell he was working to finally take her, to fill her in that satisfyingly complete way only he could do. A contented sigh left her as he pressed down, taking his time, and she punctuated it with another gentle squeeze to try to lengthen the pleasure he received from finally entering her.<br/><br/>Her own breath escaped her in a stutter as she looked up at her lover and fought the urge to voice how perfect it felt. She knew it was a battle she would lose, knew it would likely be far sooner than later that she would give in, but Navia was stubborn. Théadan was persistent though, and as he pulled her into another kiss and looked down at her, she knew he would eventually get exactly what he wanted from her. His tantalizing words alone stirred her up and urged her to vocalize her pleasure. That he felt the need to follow it up with a boastful comment on how she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from doing it had her grinning brightly up at him and unable to resist answering, “We’ll see about that.” For some reason, amongst all the heat, all the hot need and hurried movements, Navia could feel a heavy dose of affection for the man she belonged to, who belonged to her. It was not how they had been planning to make love that evening, far from it, but even if it wasn’t slow and sweet, meant to languidly stir their emotions and desires, Navia’s fondness for Théadan was still stoked. She supposed it was a special connection that allowed their lusts and love to intertwine, one that was to be cherished.<br/><br/>His hands adjusted, simple signs Théadan was going to take what he wanted from her, just as he had promised. His hand was rough as it pushed up the smooth curve of her thigh before taking hold of her hip to hold her where he wanted. She watched in silence as his other hand braced against the floor and just as she wondered to herself what he was doing when that hand could be used to hold her close, he reared back and thrusted into her hard. A gasping moan left her before she could help it, her eyes wide as her hand on his back clutched at him, spasms racing down her spine. Before she could say otherwise, or really even fully react, Théadan was repeating himself and Navia fully understood how serious he was about having her crying out his name when he was finished with her. “<i>Kamin</i>,” she whimpered needfully, lost in how torn she was between her surprise and her lust for more. She had had every intention to keep her hand gently curled around his sac to pleasure him while he worked them toward a climax, but he was moving too fast, too strongly. She feared hurting him if she squeezed too hard, so after another soft jostle of his testicles, Navia withdrew her hand to instead reach behind him and plant on his back, gripping the scarred muscles there tightly.<br/><br/>He was working himself up to a relentlessly hard pace, one that already had her gasping for breath as she writhed beneath him, her vaginal walls trembling from his onslaught. Her hips tried to match his pace, his strength, but eventually Navia gave up and instead sent her legs to wrap around his waist tightly to help him reach all the deeper. It was growing slicker between them as well as his harsh thrusting spread her wet arousal, so her legs around him ensured he did not slip from her hot core. That additional depth had her moaning loudly, spurring her hands to push up his back until she could take his face into her hands. Her fingers were firm along his jaw, her thumbs brushing along his facial hair. “Make me,” she groaned lustfully as she looked up at Théadan, forgetting her boastful claims she could stay quiet and nearly begging him to be so rough that she would cry out to him. There was no point in trying when every inch of his hard shaft was working toward pounding into her. Navia tugged Théadan down into another deep kiss, though it lacked their usual finesse with how he was moving over her. Tongue and teeth were avaricious until she broke free with a loud moan of his name, followed by pitchy words, “Make me yours.” She knew she was, there was really no question of it, but he had claimed her body as his earlier and now he had the chance to show it.