She'd been on the edge herself, the way he purred her named. That heat from him, the hunger and desire. In a similar state to his own fogged over, she pressed her body against his, her lips parting just enough to - not nip - but bite at his lips, in order to let her tongue slip into his mouth for a hungry, deeper kiss again.

Her hands moved over his body, almost as possessive as the kiss was, as if she were saying, 'Mine. Mine mine mine mine.' with every part of her being. Words lost to her, giving herself utterly to the passion, the need and desire for her most precious of people.

The few times she did break the kiss for air, she was quick to reconnect. Though she might surprise him when she abruptly shifted in the tub, her hand dragging down his torso and stomach to shift his length to move it slightly enough that she could ease him into her, leaning in to nip his ear, "Feel like I'm burning," she gasped, her bites against his skin getting harder and harder, more bold, "I want you this much."