She shivered and whimpered a very good whimper at the feeling of fingernails as she didn't mind a little pain at all. The sound and feelings positively tripled when he bit down. If he wanted to mark up her pale skin, he was totally welcome - she loved to wear the marks of her lovers. There was probably some sort of psychological term for that.
Gods no, she wouldn't mind. In fact she had loosed an arm to reach between them and undo his pants when the elevator doors finally dinged open. Phoenix made a very loud, annoyed sound. "This is like the Elevator of Frustration. Plus three," she muttered as she unwrapped her legs from his waist and rather unwillingly stepped out. Stupid fucking elevator.