Rodolphus could easily please any woman he wanted, but none could match his wife in sheer power, or in her tastes, or the way in which their sex always became a competition. He'd concede the 'role' of leader to her, working tirelessly to make her think she was in charge of the operation, but in the bedroom, even he could wrangle this reluctant pet into at least a few moments of submission.
There had never been anything soft, or subtle about their lovemaking - if it could ever be called that. If someone wasn't being hurt physically, then it was nothing more than just mere fucking. He could feel her body fighting him with each thrust, even as the sounds from her mouth made it clear she was enjoying the struggle. The sounds she made, and the way she almost violently clutched around him drove him harder, his thrusts becoming short, hard jabs.
"Perhaps I wanted you like this," he growled back, but managed an amused snort as his eyes darkened with lust. "You know me too well, love." He grunted as she bit through his lip, paying her back by changing the angle of his thrust and filling her even deeper, his hands coming up to grasp hers and restrain her against the bed.