The expression on his face and change in his voice were not what Navia had been expecting. Théadan appeared more determined than before, more willing to take whatever he wanted from her, and it was exactly what he said she was giving him reason to do. Navia maintained her prideful grin however, and she at first only shrugged in answer, figuring that was fine if that was how he wanted to perceive her claim to the bed and all its pillows. His green eyes were soon looking upon her much more hungrily however, and he was pointing out how she would be his and he would have her. It sounded possessive, absolute, and any other man uttering such words to her would have brought out her dogged obstinacy to make sure that was not would happen. With Théadan, it sent a shiver of anticipation through her. She had not expected that side of him to come out, but she welcomed it.<br/><br/>She wanted nothing more than to be his, always loved when she managed to tweak that more animalistic, primal side of him, but she also knew it was not yet time to yield to it. It was better to let their desires simmer longer, to stir him up until all he could think of was taking her however he wanted. Her gaze followed his movements to see just what he would do to show her what he would take from her, his hand reaching up and his thumb pulling down on her full bottom lip. Navia’s breath released in a rush, heat coursing through her at such a seductive movement, but she had barely any time to react before Théadan’s lips were crushing against hers and his tongue was invading her mouth. She groaned softly as she let him take a taste, one of her hands curling around his forearm and squeezing. His voice was thick and full of the lust that had sprung up between them, but she was too busy trying to catch her breath after such a kiss to protest him laying claim to her lips.<br/><br/>Her breasts came next, his hand closing around one just to show her he could touch her if he wanted. Navia’s gaze remained locked on his face, entranced by Théadan’s blatant, domineering claims to her body. Her thighs were apparently his as well, and as his fingers brushed along the inside of them and soon rubbed against her underwear, she fully understood what else he was announcing belonged to him. She of course wanted to be his, nothing would make her happier, and she had long ago decided she was exactly that, but this possessive, confident version of Théadan was so thrilling that Navia could not resist goading him a little further to see what else he might decide belonged to him. Even more exciting to her was finding out just how he decided to take what he believed belonged to him.<br/><br/>Before she could attempt to provoke him further and possibly get more of a rise out of him, Théadan’s hand was pushing her back into the pillows. Navia gasped softly, her vision filling with him as Théadan came to loom over her. Amusement lit in her eyes, but her lips pursed together while she considered her options. Much of her wanted to simply lean up and drag him into a heady kiss that would show him what all his teasing was doing to her, but Navia was not yet ready to give in. Théadan enjoyed challenging women; would giving in at the first sign of his more dominant tendencies be much of a challenge to him? She knew that answer and it was what had Navia shaking her head, her expression shifting to become more obstinate. Propping herself up on her elbows, she gazed up into his hungry expression as she closed the distance between their faces. “It is all yours,” she said softly, knowing she could not deny him that. It would be a rather pitiful lie. Her eyes locking on his, Navia closed her teeth around Théadan’s bottom lip, biting down lightly as her tongue slowly slid along it. She gave a languid tug as she released his lower lip, her gaze never losing focus of him to maintain that intimate, lustful moment between them.<br/><br/>“Mmm…Everything that I am belongs to you. You can have it all, however you want…” Her voice was low and husky, thick with how much she wanted him, with the allusion she was ready to give in to his greedy claims to her body, that she was yielding to his demanding nature. It was genuine enough; she wanted him so badly she was tempted to stop the games, but her stubbornness was just barely greater. She abruptly pulled back and Navia made for her escape with a low laugh, “Just not right now!” She ducked under one of Théadan’s arms he was using to cage her and she tried to wiggle out from under him to make her escape. Her laughter tinged with evil, her hands made grabs for the pillows he had thrown her on top of to begin shoving them between their bodies as temporary walls while she attempted to flee.