Valen held onto the halfling urgently, grinding against her with a sense of urgency, hunger present in his actions, as he kissed her, feeling her shakes and tenses and responding with groans and trembling of his own. She was taking him towards the edge, pushing him over and towards a breaking point. Feeling her tightness, her warmth around him, Valen shuddered from head to toes.<br/><br/>His hands moved down, squeezing on her bottom kneading onto cheeks and grinding against her urgently for that last bit of depth. Shaking body answering her grip with a slow grind against her, feeling the heat burning in his chest. The strain to not let go all at once right away, to try and maintain his endurance, to keep his mind together a moment longer.<br/><br/>He saw her expression, licking her nipples, kissing the nubs and rising his lips to her own. His hips pushing to her own, the elven man thrust at her needingly, wanting to peak with her but yet also wanting to make this more than a short encounter. Gently squeezing her buttocks he moved a hand up to grasp his hand in her own, squeeze her fingers, kiss her lips. Gaze at her face and hold onto her, press against her tightly.<br/><br/>He knew his mind was slipping, his focus lost. With a shudder, he began to rise that last stretch, about to peak within her body, embracing her wildly.