Theoden shook against her, rather unable to move at the moment even if he'd wanted to.
"Yes," he breathed against her skin. He ran his tongue up between her breasts to nurse at her neck. "Gods, yes." Shifting his hips slightly, he finally realized that he was still hard.
Dear gods. He'd never been like this before, this insatiable- well, to use her word, beast. He was just about positive now that this scholar mage had bewitched him, but he really couldn't care less.