"That is one of my intentions," he growls playfully. "Among other desires that are stirring within my soul."

With better access to her neck and upper chest, he takes full advantage of it - after all, he would be foolish to waste such an opportunity to worship a goddess such as herself (even if she refuses to claim such a title). Kissing every inch of her skin he can reach, he sinks lower, teeth and tongue grazing the top of her shoulder.

"I would wrap you in my wings and claim you," he continues, words broken by kisses. "Atop such fine silks, the likes of which I have never seen before, soft as your skin..." His hand trails over her ribs, settling at her hip. "Bring you to pleasure, get you to cry my name in this vaulted space, rewrite the energy in these walls..."