Once free, he turned her around to face him by her hair. He knew he could be as rough as he wished with her and there would be no complaints. His line did not make wilting flowers. Even the fae Byron had fun with, while they liked it rough did not seem to enjoy the extent Byron preferred. Conor had felt he was abusive when he broke his arm. It was not like Fae did not heal.
Grabbing her chin, he pushed at the side of her jaw to open her mouth. "If you're really good, love, I'll give you a knife to play with." Dragging the flat of the bloodied blade across his tongue he licked off her blood from it with a soft groan of pleasure before twisting her hair further for control and getting it off her face as he pushed into her mouth.