The pleased and obviously aroused exhalation as he not only encouraged her to cut him but actually forced her hand to speed it along, came out with a bit more intensity than Enyo would have liked, had she been even remotely paying attention to what was going on anymore as opposed to jjust living in the moment. Well, other than the irritating fact that he was now atop her and that put him at the weight advantage in terms of leverage, and placed him in far more control of the situation.
Enyo did not yield quite so easily. Even when it wasn't a matter where she was refusing the activity at hand, which she wasn't, she was about as cooperative as she ever was in such affairs... but she was not in control at the moment and that was problematic for her. While Enyo could appreciate someone bold enough and strong enough to overpower her, she didn't give up the fight easily.
So she fought against him, just to gain her own bit of control on things. Well, that, and she wasn't the sort of women who would ever be mistaken for being or taking soft, caring lovers. It was an itch that needed scratching, emotion was left out of it. Clawing, scratching, biting... to expect Violence to be anything but violent was foolhardy.
“Make it worth it,” she growled lowly, fingers trying to find the wound on his face as she fought against him. She wanted the blood on her hands. She wanted to tear at the edges and make it gape and gush. She would paint it on her face with pride.