Roarke nodded as he eased his arms tightly around her, crossing them over her chest and cupping her breasts in his strong hands as his hips moved him inside her in short motions now.  "Yes," he murmured as he buried his face into her hair, finding it suddenly to be seemingly scented of roses.  But it was her other plea that made him groan and rock his hips faster.  He nuzzled through her hair to find the delicate arch of her neck and shoulder and kissed that soft flesh before taking her shoulder in his teeth and biting down upon it.