This was a game they had played for years - who would win out with their ever constant struggle to see who was the more powerful. They would both get what they wanted when this was over, and they could go back to their usual verbal sparring.
The groan from her throat spurred his teeth to graze harder, the blood and the bruising that would follow marking her as his property. She'd hate that later, he suspected, but right now, she was his to do with as he saw fit. Try as she might, her own thumbs and nails would leave marks, a none too subtle reminder that he belonged to her, and right now, that did not bother him in the least.
"Those potions have turned you into a whore," he drawled with obvious delight at how eager she seemed for his attentions. "A brazen hussy." He didn't care if she was prepared for him or not, he entered her hard, knowing that she'd probably enjoy the pain, even if he'd pay for it later. That moment of lost control overwhelmed him as he slid completely into her, her cunt somehow protesting even as it clenched needily at him.