While not quite what she had in mind when she requested he pin her, Era supposes it's good enough. Especially when she feels the smooth ridges of Ardbert's ring pressing against her hand as he forces her to squeeze and massage her breast. She gives him a little, broken hum of approval.

When he pins her leg Era is caught off guard, but returns the favour by wrapping her free leg around him, lightly pressing her heel into the dip of his back. It makes her feel more comfortable and balanced, while also keeping him close. She pulls him closer on reflex once he returns his mouth to her breast, drawing him in.

"Shite," she lets out a quiet, breathy moan from low in her throat. Her free hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, forcing him more firmly to her breast. The anatomy books weren't lying—there is definitely some hormonal incentive to make his mouth feel this good.