Their kisses are gaining a little in heat now, more so now that she straddles him and can feel is growing need for her trapped between them. Her hand is still fisted in his hair, and she uses it to pull his head to the side that she may kiss his neck, nipping lightly, then sucking hard. If Caranthir wishes a mark, a mark he shall have. A small point of savagery in this paradise they now occupy.