Rather than try to retreat further from him, as Théadan had been expecting, Navia instead shifted herself closer, moving towards the edge of the bed to meet him. He had expected her to defend her newly taken territory from him by making herself more difficult to remove from it, but that was not the case. She moved to meet his challenge head on, a smirk featuring on her face and her eyes focused on his, he could see she was looking at him with intent, she had something in that cunning mind of hers, and she began to use her touch to distract him from whatever it was she had planned. Her fingers brushing lightly over the back of his hand, drawing his gaze briefly as the travelled up his forearms, her voice spoke softly and sensuously luring him back to observing her feigning a little hurt questioning if he would not honour what was hers.<br/><br/>Navia drew closer still, their faces coming close together, noses brushing, her eyes dropping down to look at his lips before she bit on her own in a manner Théadan found so very seductive. She did not cease in her questioning of him, her lips briefly grazing over his own in a tormenting manner that him thinking about her taste, she twisted it further still with a suggestive question if he would take whatever he wanted from her. A few ideas of all manner of things he could take began popping into his mind, and he doubted Navia would deny him of any of it if he so asked. There was no opportunity given to take or even reply. The expert way Navia had drawn him in to be fixated on the offerings of her body had completely absorbed Théadan, making it all too easy for her to simply snatch the cushion he had been holding from his hand, and toss it back to lay among the more decorative one, declaring that too was hers now, leaving him with nothing.<br/><br/>There was challenge in both Navia's voice and eyes, and a good deal of pride for having taken the cushion from him. She knew his weaknesses well to catch him off guard. But if she was to pray upon his weaknesses to take whatever she wanted from him, then Théadan would use his strength to take whatever he wanted from her. “Oh is it?” Théadan replied, gazing over at the cushion now out of reach on the bed, she had left him with nothing but the goading suggestion he would consider taking whatever he wanted from her. “It seems you’re giving me every reason to take whatever I want from you. If I don't I'll have nothing left." He had no more interest in that which Navia took, if she could take from his very hands and claim it as her own, he saw no reason why he could not make similar claims. “You can have the bed, and the pillows, but if you’re taking all that, then I<i>will</i>have you.” He told her determinedly, looking at her with predatory eyes as familiar desires bubbled up from within. “And then whatever is yours will also be mine and I know just what I will take first.”<br/><br/>Théadan raised a hand up from between them, his fingers softly caressing her cheek, trailing down and across to her dark lips where his thumb dragged down her bottom lip, and he leaned forward to steal a kiss from her, one where he had no remorse in using his tongue to plunder her mouth and gather up all her taste for his enjoyment. “Those lips - mine.” He muttered hungrily as he broke away, eyes raising to meet hers as he moved forward, climbing on to the bed and forcing Navia to move backwards or have him crawl atop her. Once fully on the bed, on his knees, Théadan reached out a hand to Navia's shoulder, and trailed it downward over the fabric of her dress, careful not to touch any exposed skin just yet, instead cupping one of the mounds of her breast. “These breasts - mine.” He declared, eyes looking at his lover lustfully as his hand trailed down further along her dress eventually reaching for her legs and feeling for some exposed sensitive skin. “These thighs - mine.” Claiming more for his own, but not satisfied with having any less than all of Navia, his fingers trailed back up between her legs, grazing against the fabric of her panties beneath her dress as he softly rubbed his fingers back and forth. “<i>Mine.” </i>He said without any reservation for where his intentions lay, his free hand pushing at her shoulder to send her falling back onto the pillows she had gathered, and giving him the chance to crawl over her. "All mine."