His wanting goes without saying, woven into the cozy warmth passing between their minds. He doesn't mind her possessiveness, not the way he did when they first bonded - by now he's come to think of it as Iramaat offering up herself to in, in a backwards kind of way, and in the moments when he's plunged deep inside her, that's all he needs to find their arrangement agreeable.

"Silky," he murmurs against her neck, returning her compliment. Gripping her hip, he begins to rock her body, gently, allowing himself to slide in and out of her smoothly while rocking his hips in the opposite direction. Exquisite is apt. That's how he likes to do things - sensual, slow, savoring each movement.

"Ah... Iramaat, you... the most succulent fruit, from the most lush oasis palm..." He breathes a long sigh out of his nose and kisses her neck again, focusing on the sensation flowing into his pelvis. Her body is especially warm and inviting tonight. If he isn't careful, he'll lose control and be finished before he can stop himself.