His hypersensitive hearing is delighted by the sounds he is coaxing from her - the ones that are obvious, and the ones that are much more delicate. All of them mingle together in a rush; the faint hitch of her breath in her throat between moans of pleasure, the way her heartbeat is hammering in her chest. The rustle of her feathers as her wings tremble above them, the bead of sweat that breaks from her jawline, gliding down her throat and between her breasts.

He takes advantage of the 'amplified volume', and allows it to help him better time his movements and touches to elicit the greatest response of pleasure from her, learning what drives her truly wild.

(What drives him wild is that she is all his. His mate, his dragon.)

He does break his feast occasionally to breathe (and allow her to catch her catch her own breath, not wanting to push her too hard, too fast, he wants to make this last for her as long as she wants to enjoy every second of it, pleasure building in her body) and mutter soft words of praise and encouragement against her skin.