Well, Nida might end up complaining about the volume of kisses. Fact of the matter is that that sort of affection, that warmth, that wasn't what he was after. That wasn't what this was about for him. It was confusing, to have that sort of softness. Tenderness.

Doesn't actually say it, though. A mouth settling around him, though, that was intense. A man that could take him all down with no effort? How was that even possible?

"Hyne," Nida hissed. Without hair to claw at, a hand instead comes up to grip at one of his horns. Which, in its own way, was insanely pleasing. He could squeeze all he wants and achieve no damage. "Yeah, that. If you aren't digging your fingers into my hips soon, I'm going to wonder if you even want to dominate me."