[He could be, but that's not what she demanded, and not what she needs. There's no stopping him, even if her body does make its protests about the suddenness, clenching down around him, back bowing sharply, head lolling back with lips parted in a silent cry.]
[The moment passes and she doesn't relax, but rather tenses differently, with deliberate and iron control. Her eyes lower to meet his, flaring bright red as she moves, sudden and hard against him, shoulders pushing the wall for leverage.]