There's a small intake of breath when he pulls away, almost a sound of protest as well for the disconnect of their bodies for that brief moment. But then he's pulling her into his arms, which is fortunate because her legs feel too unsteady for the brief journey and her thighs still tremble slightly.

She sighs once more as she's placed upon the bed, the softness a welcome sensation beneath her body. Initially she lays there with eyes closed, peaceful and blissed out; but she can sense him looking at her, and so she turns to lay on her side, one palm resting against his chest as a warm smile curves her lips to find her senses were accurate.

She can guess by the way he looks at her what he's thinking, and as if in answer to that nonverbal expression her smile only widens. When he leans in to kiss her, she makes a pleased sound, her hand lifting to rest just beneath his jaw; enjoying the scrape of his stubble beneath her palm. Her kiss conveys how much she's enjoyed herself as well; as she takes her time tasting his mouth, brushing her lips lightly against his before she pulls back enough to look at him fondly. "Who would have thought so much passion was beneath that stern exterior," she teases, clearly pleased by this knowledge. "Though, if I'm being honest I did suspect as much, after our first kiss. Perhaps even before that."

Her attention is then drawn to the prominent mark she's left on his neck, smirking as she brushes her fingers across it. "I hope you didn't mind my getting a bit rough with you." Considering the state of his back and shoulders, raked by her nails; she hoped not.