As much as he would gladly hear her cries of release echoing through the empty space of these vaulted ceilings, he knows that the pleasure will be even greater multiplied if he backs off, allows her to relax slightly.

"Should remember to breathe," he mutters, wickedly as he pulls in a shaking breath, lifting his head from her body, smirking up at her. His fingertips skate patterns along the inside of her thighs, the tops and sides. "Wouldn't do for me to pass out in the midst of devouring you..."

But his attentions do not return to her clit or her arousal - instead he shifts his focus to other parts of her body, crawling his way back up over her, his wings wrapping closer around them. He's actively teasing her now, drawing out every touch, keeping things featherlight and tantalizing, not giving her what he knows she wants of him. He can sense her 'frustration', and he plays off it, his lips just barely grazing the curve of her breast, taking care to avoid her nipple.