Rodolphus prided himself on his patience at times, and he somehow knew that his control over the situation was going to drive her to even greater heights of fury and desire. He wasn't expecting her to cower or be weak - he'd not chosen her to be his mate for those qualities. The sound of his robes tearing made him laugh deep and low as she smiled in her own special way.
He grunted softly as she threw him to the bed, the effort temporarily winding him even as she began to straddle him and let her fingernails tear into his chest. He breathed deeply at the pain of her touch, his thumbs now digging hard into the muscles of her hipbones. Closing his eyes, he arched up against her mouth as she licked at the blood, the salty taste of her stinging against the welts.
As his hands gripped at her more firmly, he launched himself up enough to roll her onto her back, his own body covering hers as his knee screamed its protest to him. He'd deal with that later, but right now he wasn't going to let Bella think she could best him at a time like this. His mouth descended on a dark nipple, his teeth daring to clamp down hard against the soft skin. He tasted her blood, groaning as he pushed her legs further apart to enter her.