His gaze is focused on her eyes, briefly captured (entranced, perhaps?) by the violet undertones, the intensity and wildness that lingers in her expression.

(He is the prey, caught by the predator - and he likes it, which is new and unusual for him, with a partner.)

"You...you..." He grins, chest heaving softly as waves of pleasure ripple through his core. He runs his hands up her thighs, her stomach, her ribs. "You are so good. Feel so very...very good."