And Natsu would be treated to even more cries of his name, though some of the words would be barely articulate. She belted his name out with a howl of pleasure each time they came together, and she marked him - his neck rather - with sharp bites until she clumsily sought his his lips for a hungry, aggressive kiss. Her hands never stopped clawing and pulling at him - if anything they dug in harder with the increase in intensity.