Oh, she does, very much! This is possibly the loudest moan of pleasure yet. She's a bit smug about her training, and a bit smug about her EXCELLENT choice in Skellig, because he is already outperforming the god of the Sun as far as HER pleasure is concerned. (It has been a long time, of course, and her memory of HIM is soured by his betrayal, so she might be misremembering his competence at pleasing her.)


"Please," she gasps, bucking her hips toward him. "Want you."