She wanted trouble alright. Could any spoken words, given the situation they were in, entice him more? He didn't think so. It was not with complete reckless abandon that he loved his wife, for he was careful even in the heat of these moments to be mindful of his great strength, and what he could potentially do to her if he were...too rough.
Still, between her moans, screams, the sound of their flesh colliding and the very distinct sound they made as their love making shook the walls, they were making quite the racket. If perhaps he knew her neighbors, or rather even if he was conscious of the rest of the world around the two of them, he may have perhaps toned it down a bit, but such concerns could not have been further from his mind.
He was completely lost and in rapture of each little breath and sound she made as their hips churned together. With her legs around his waist, his hands were free to enjoy her body, touching, kneading, and caressing all over. Though he continued to rain successive kisses along her neck and shoulders, he always seemed to find his way right back to her lips.
There was a loud banging at the door, as those they had awoken with the sounds of their passion vented their frustrations. Someone was saying something, probably telling them to pipe it down, but Thor, at least for his part either failed to notice or didn't care.