Dekka grinned at her choice of wordings, though at her last question, he laughed.
"You have no idea." And here he reached forward to cup her face, and smashed his lips hungrily against hers. Though he was still partially dressed with his dick now hanging out of his pants, he wanted to waste no more time making her his.
Climbing over her, he kissed her all over, from lips to throat to breast and belly with a hungered need. His kisses were hot and like molten lava and his hands would find something else as equally hot as he found her sex. This, of course, made him laugh.
"You're soaking wet," he purred, his eye half lidded with lust as his fingers slipped inside for a small poke. "Did the Grand Duke really make you this way? Or is your body that hungry for me?"