The faerie girl remained entirely oblivious to the ability that she had supposedly developed. She was aware of the sudden influx of emotion that erupted from him, emotions that only intensified her own feelings due to her power. In one fluid motion he'd crossed the room and had her within his grasp. It was unusual for the man to be so eager in their kisses, though she was certainly not willing to protest. She responded to each of those kisses, her own hands working to pull his shirt off only half a second after he'd deposited her own on the floor. There were no words between them as she allowed him to push her back against the bed, only small mews of pleasure that escaped her as his lips moved on her skin. There was nothing patient about the way he touched her, none of the timid man that she'd grown accustomed to kissing, though the lust that tugged at ever fiber of her being made her think nothing of it. She wouldn't question it, no, she would only respond to it eagerly.

His lips on her skin, his hands on her skin, his body pressed against hers. All of it was enough to make her emotions burst with pleasure. The more that he touched her, the more of that lust she seemed to feel. And the more that she felt, it only seemed as though he responded to it. The fae girl was more than willing to allow the man to take the lead in undressing them, her body responding to his touches with small mews. Aiden barely allowed her body to react to one touch before he was moving on to another touch that was just as exhilarating as the last. His lips on her collarbone, then pulling her into another kiss so that her bra could be thrown on top of their pile of clothes. Then his lips off her and replaced by his hands on her hips and fingers under her underwear. Within seconds, that too was added to the floor. Normally, she was sure, she would have felt shy with his gaze on her naked form, but in the present, all she could think about was the feeling of his fingers on her and the uncharted territory they were beginning to explore together.

It was only after, once she'd steadied her breathing and moved to settle herself against him, did any of the emotions that had intoxicated her start to wear off, letting the girl truly think for the first time since she'd suggested the way that they might spend their evening. His touches were magnificent, each movement he made drawing that reaction from her that had left her body begging for more. But there was something different about the way he'd touched her. She was used to the chaste kisses they shared, the way he moved occasionally as though touching her would break her. Nothing about his touches had been gentle, nothing had been careful â€" not that she was complaining in any way. The care he'd displayed for her had been replaced by the need to touch her, and in turn, Samantha's own emotions had responded. She had felt what he felt. And in turn, the more lust she had felt, it had seemed as though his body had responded to that in a vicious loop. But that... wasn't possible. Was it? No, she'd never had the ability to do anything like that before. It had been a fluke, the two of them responding to urges that Samantha herself had wanted to fulfill long before now â€" if only they would have had a moment alone together before now. No, none of this was odd. And yet, he was oddly quiet. "Aiden?" She whispered after a moment of the silence that had fell between them, her fingers reaching out to gently brush against the bare flesh of his chest.