Alethea couldn't say why something so simple as that sound, lustful but satisfied sparked something in her. It told her that he wanted more, more of her, of everything she was giving him, and she was eager to give it to him. And whatever she gave him, he gave back. She kissed him with fire, passion, and hunger, and he returned the fierce kisses with his own, deep and full of desire. As she moved on him, he continued it, moving with her in a slow rhythmic dance of tintilating movements.<br/><br/>She let another moan, full of lustful pleasure and a desire for more escape her lips when he broke the kiss and began to nibble on the sensitive skin of her neck, where it still burned from his earlier kisses. Her pulse beat wildly beneath his lips, and her breaths were barely gasps as he held her close, pressing himself against her as they moved together, harder, faster, making love with passion she hadn't known either of them possessed. And with every movement of their bodies, every beautifully passionate sound he made against her ear, she lost herself, or perhaps gave herself to him. And he was equally lost to her, and she thought that neither of them would have it any other way.<br/><br/>She was more alive than she had ever been, maybe more than she would ever be--although, she doubted that very much, so long as he was around. He filled every one of her senses so completely, so that she could think only of him, see only him, feel only him. She was full of so many things, passion and hunger, fire and lust, and so much more that she couldn't even begin to explain, and it was all for him.<br/><br/>It stirred something more in her to hear him moan her name in such a way, with such desire and such need as he continued to move with her, thrusting upwards, deeper and deeper into her, eliciting a deep, lustful moan of her own, filling her own voice with a need she never imagined hearing from herself, either from her lips or in the force. And yet she heard it all the same as she called out his name:<span style="font-style: italic">Tha-lion!</span><br/><br/>He leaned her back and then pulled her back up, and then repeated, and she complied without resistance--as if she now had any strength left to resist even if she desired such, and she most certainly did not. Whatever meager strength she may have had left was stolen by his continued kisses, searing and lustful, tracing eagerly over her breasts. She let out a shuddering, satisfied moan when his teeth tugged at her nipples, gently enough to arouse her without hurting much, but passionately enough to drive her wild.<br/><br/>Her breaths grew more ragged with every passing second, her heart pounding so hard and so fast that she was afraid it might burst, but she didn't care, because she would die happy. Beyond happy. The passion continued building as the seconds continued to tick by, each one seeming to last and entire, blissful eternity. She held on for as long as she could, letting the lustful passion build until she couldn't take anymore, until the passion reached its peak. Her body pressed firmly against his, racked with pleasure as a deep, blissful moan escaped her lips, followed by another, and another still, which then turned up into the happiest, most satified smile she'd ever shown to anyone.<br/><br/>Slowly she relaxed against him as the strength was suddenly sapped from her body, leaving her resting on top of him. Even if she had a mind to move, which she presently did not, she was certain she hadn't the strength to. The smile lingered on her lips as she tried to breathe, slowly, deeply, trying to calm her racing heart. "Thal-ion," this time the sweet words came from her own lips, whispered sweetly into his ear, before she moved ever so slightly to capture his lips once more with her own. But this kiss was different, soft, tender, maddeningly sweet, if still touched by longing desire, lingering a long moment before she pulled away only enough to breathe, or to speak. And the she smiled again, sweet and blissful, moving back enough to admire his face, to search his emerald eyes as her finger brushed across his cheek. Desire still clung to her, and the passion still echoed in her gaze, but there was more now.<br/><br/>A few words came to mind, that she might have spoken, believing now that they were truly the words to express how she felt. Yet she did not speak. Perhaps because she didn't want to ruin the moment with words, or perhaps because she was afraid of what he would think if she said them now, when she had been unsure before. Or perhaps she wasn't ready to say them even if she believed them. Whatever the reason, she never got them out. But she didn't need to. Everything he needed to know was written on her face, in the tender way she gazed into his eyes, or the sweet, affectionate smile she gave him. Even her presence told of her affection for him, perhaps even of love. And for the moment, that would have to be enough. For the moment, her actions would have to speak for her.<br/><br/>For the moment, she was happy to express it through her touch, through the heat that even now lingered as she leaned against him, her fingers tracing along his arms and his chest. She was clearly still all too happy to enjoy his touch in whatever form it came, for as long as he would give it. She'd never thought herself so needy, or greedy, yet here she was, feeling both of those things, even after everything she'd already received, and taken. Just what was he doing to her to make her feel this way? She wasn't sure,  but she didn't dislike it, whatever it was.