The sound she made into his mouth was somewhere between a whimper and a curse. She'd always loved hearing people during sex, always felt their words as keenly as their touch, and his words made her feel even more amazing than she already did. One of her arms wrapped around him, the other hand found its way into his hair, not pulling so much as holding onto him as her hips moved a little quicker, picking up a rhythm, desperate for him. The kiss turned rougher, messier and she broke it a moment later, her head tipped back. "Oh god... Delta," she moaned.