Alethea smiled, enjoying all of the feelings he brought her, both by her own exploration of him and his continued exploration of her, as though he couldn't get enough of her, which was strangely satisfying. The feeling of his hands all over her body, pulling her closer, ever closer, as though she couldn't possibly be too close to him, as though no distance was acceptable, it was incredible. But more than that was the feeling of him nibbling softly, but eagerly and passionately on her nipples. The combination of his lustful, feverish exploration of her breasts and the desire-filled moans and growls that escaped his lips among the nibbles and caresses drove her up the wall, eliciting soft moans filled with lustful desire.<br/><br/>She had never realized how incredibly satisfying and arousing it would be to know that someone desired her, body and soul, with such hunger and lust. But it drove her, and she found that she was happy to allow him to devour her, until he'd had his fill. More than that. She wanted him to. She wanted him to enjoy her, to satiate his desire, to consume her. Why she felt such a desire, she couldn't explain, or perhaps she simply couldn't think clearly enough to come up with an answer, but she didn't need one. She didn't need a reason to know that this was what she wanted. Every fiber of her being desired him, and desired to be touched and tasted by him, to be completely and utterly his.<br/><br/>She let out a shuttered breath, smiling as he moved to kiss back up to her neck again. The soft sound quickly turned into a pleased moan when she felt him inside of her once more. It was different this time, harder, deeper, as if he were hungry to feel more of her, to feel all of her. His voice whispered in her ear with such desire and love that it might have taken her breath away, if she had any left to take. But alas, he had already stolen it away from her. Instead, she let out a happy moan as he made love to her, his hot breath on her neck only driving her arousal further.<br/><br/>She moved against him, as he moved with her, letting out another moan filled with please, desire, and lust as he kissed up her neck, until his lips captured hers in a deep and passionate kiss. Her tongue sought his, tasting it, teasing it, as if she couldn't get enough of him. And yet another echoed into his mouth as one of his hands cupped her breasts, his fingers exploring as his other massaged over her hip. It was truly intoxicating, as was the passion and fire they shared.<br/><br/>Her own hands continued to explore him, roving over his hot skin, his well-defined muscles, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips, and the way his muscles responded to her touch, and to the pleasure their union brought him. She didn't know why, but she couldn't get enough of it. Feeling the way his body responded to her, to her touch, it was almost as addicting as the pleasure his touch brought, the fire that spread through her as he kissed her with such hungry desire, as he moved inside of her, as his hands sought the warm kiss of her skin, as hers sought his.<br/><br/>Everything he did, every move he made, every sound that escape his lips, all of it drove her mad, all of it made her want more, yet no matter how much she received, how much she took, how much she gave, it was never enough. The more of him she got, the more she wanted. The more he took her, the more she wanted him to take, and she knew he felt the same, which only served to drive her further.<br/><br/>And so she continued, not ready to let go, not ready for this to end. Her tongue continued to seek his again and again, to hungrily seek his taste as her hands continued to explore his skin with the lightest of touches, filled with fire and desire, all while they continued to make love in her bed. She was so deliriously happy that it was amazing that she was greedy enough to want more, but she thought that she would always want more of him, and if she was lucky, he would always want her, and she would gladly give him all that he desired and more. If it were within her power, she'd give him the entire universe if he so desired. For now, however, she would give him all of herself, until he was satisfied, until his hunger was sated.<br/><br/>From this moment forward, she was his, as he was hers, as his words and his actions showed. She may not have expressed such through words as he had, but her actions, her kissed, her touches, her passion and hunger, her desire, her lust, all of it spoke of far more than words ever could. And her thoughts echoed that which her actions spoke, and echoed his own thoughts. She was his, only his. That would never change. No one else would ever do. Only him.