He's speechless for a moment, chest tight and cheeks flushed. He moans lightly as she nips his neck again, fingers tracing over her back as he holds her. "You like hearing me moan and beg, do you?" The ache that flares in him at the observation is still surprising, but it's divine too.

"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."