It was always so pleasing to hear Théadan say she was his and just as much so to hear him say he was hers. They had long ago decided it to be so, had shown each other the lengths they would go to be together, to belong with each other, yet Navia always cherished hearing Théadan say it and enjoyed telling him. To see the conviction in his eyes accompanying his words, to feel how his hands tightly gripped her, was all the more potent for her. With a nod to agree he was hers, Navia had begun to draw him back down for another eager kiss so she could show him just how much she loved hearing him say it when Théadan shifted back to put space between them. She was tempted to protest it, wanting the pleasure of him moving over her, of his hot, hard body pressing and gliding against hers, but she was also curious to see what he was doing.<br/><br/>His hand reached for hers and brought it to trail slowly down the front of his body, her eyes at first searching his before lowering to watch their hands. The lighter toned hand guided the darker over scar and muscle alike, the contrast stark against her tawny flesh. Navia bit down on her lip, her fingers spreading to try to touch as much of Théadan’s skin as she could while his hand guided hers. His words were sweet, but almost troublesome. There was not a time she did not desire him and at times it could be staggering, but she also knew the truth of his words and how she felt the same. It was exactly why she had ended up on the floor of their chambers with Théadan relentlessly thrusting into her as if he would never have the chance to do so again. He had desired her and while she had pretended to flee, to deny him, there had never been a question in either of their minds whether he would have her in the end.<br/><br/>She wanted to answer him, to tell him she felt the same, but Théadan’s hands closed around her hips and pulled to bring her closer. With the way he sat, her legs had to adjust to keep wrapped around his waist, her thighs and rear resting atop his for those brief moments where he was not moving her body how he wanted. “Oh my—“ Navia moaned desperately the first time Théadan added using his hands to pull her to him, her body arching and her eyes gazing blindly up at the ceiling as the pleasure coursed through her. The hand he had placed on his abdomen adjusted to grip his side tightly, her other hand reaching out beside her to try to find something to hold onto as his body assaulted hers with pleasure. The blanket beneath her helped their movements, allowing her shoulders to drag against the fabric as he moved her, but also protecting her from hard floor beneath them, and it was what her hand eventually found. It twisted the blanket as her inner walls began clenching around Théadan’s engorged length when it filled her, her body beginning to build up faster toward a release.<br/><br/>She barely heard Théadan say she was beautiful, but he uttered it after her body relaxed from the initial shock of the new way he was able to control their lovemaking. Gasping, Navia reached up to push her hair back from her face before another hard thrust had her moaning loudly, her hand curling in her hair reflexively. “You are too,” she finally answered as she looked back up at her lover over the sight of her breasts swaying with the tempo he maintained. Her hand at his side relaxed enough to brush across his defined abs, her fingers tracing the grooves. “Most beautiful man I’ve laid eyes on,” she told him, meaning every word as she looked up at him, admiring how perfect it was to see him taking control. They were teetering dangerously toward sharing sweet words again, toward softer whispers and treasured touches, when he had announced his need to take her hard, to be unapologetic in how he had his way with her.<br/><br/>Wanting to make sure Théadan got what he wanted from her, Navia tightened her legs around Théadan’s hips one of the times he drove himself into her, trying to force him deeper and feeling the head of his member butt up against her cervix. It sent her head spinning, her back arching from the floor as another gasping moan escaped her. She was losing the battle to keep her body still, her hips bucking against his and her hands reaching down to grip the tops of his thighs where she could reach him best.  “Oh, keep going,” she told him huskily between the thick moans that were beginning to tumble from her lips with every powerful roll of his hips, “Don’t stop, Théadan, please don’t stop.” She had denied that he would be able to get her to make any sounds during their lovemaking, but with how the pressure was building within her, threatening to bubble over and engulf her, Navia was not above begging for more, especially when she knew what Théadan wanted to make her do.