She shifted under him so she could reach more places, taking her turn at running her fingers over his spine. There were rough patches of skin where he had been beaten or where he'd sat for long hours against stone walls. They were a part of him now and she touched them as eagerly as she touched any other part. She nipped at him, catching pieces of his flesh just long enough to pull but not long enough to leave a mark. "So strong." She figured he'd probably argue the point, so she shifted up and kissed him hard before he could.