Xayah had never truly felt so desired even if Syndra did a fine job of cloaking her desire behind a thin veil of disinterest. The way those hungry violet eyes practically devoured her as the rebel unfurled out over the surface of the sheets like a cloak was impossible to miss or deny. She let her lover have the satisfaction , however and instead laid there with an arched back and quivering thighs that were tense with the anticipation and suspense of what was all to come as the mage let gravity fetter her once more and she felt the weight of her form hit the very edge of the bed. As she watched and held her breath in anticipation of it all Xayah couldn't help but wonder what delights were visit her so shortly and if they would be anything like her dreams. Groping hands, raking nails, and fingers tight against her throat. The vastyan let out a sensual coo as the myriad of possibilities danced through her head and the mage's body drew close to hers at last.

“Nnnn...”

The hand at her thighs earned the largest reaction from the young woman yet. Her slender, tightly muscled thighs spread wide and her hips rolled forward to exaggerate the arch already present in her back. She desperately sought more contact and was left wanting as the hand drifted away from the core of her body and ran upward along a soft field of silk toward her neck. The fingers about her jaw seemed to renew her interest however, those aureate eyes burning with both amusement and a little defiance as the sorceress  locked her fingers and squeezed inward causing Syndra's natural nails to dig painfully into her jaw. Excitement fluttered in her belly again as she gazed upward at the woman above her supine form and a little shiver visibly wracked her body as the dominant sorceress made her demand.
One soft hand moved to place its palm on Syndra's wrist and her fingers closed about it a moment later, tightly so but they pulled the arm inward rather than push it away. “Afraid you're going to break me? I'm not a little wallflower.” She giggled and a little twinkle in her eyes followed that express endless levels of amusement. Her hips pushed upward against her partner's own a moment later, her slender body still possessing the strength to raise the mage upward just an inch or two before they fell again and she let out salacious little purr that the smirk on her lips suggest was nothing but a tease.

“I want,” she began, “you to fuck me. Fuck me. Take it out on me. “ Another purr followed,the fingers initially locked aorund the mage's wrist descending to instead sweep down along her own bared digits as they fanned out sensually. Her other hand meanwhile showed great restraint as it halted just shy of her own bosom, nails clawing against the fabric of her silky blouse. “I don't want to walk after all of this and if I can... then I'll walk all...over...you.” She spoke those words with a finality that suggest she was serious but it was still at odds with the smile she wore, the paint form her own lips smudged and peeling from the sheer intensity of their kissing moments ago. It looked ridiculous almost but gave the wild look in her eyes more weight.