He stared at her, dark eyes watching her face, before she pressed her mouth against his and started kissing him again. He groaned a little in response, instantly loving the fact that she was brave enough to even stare him down like that while she knew he was a monster who would have gladly torn her apart on the spot if she managed to offend him somehow. But she didn't. Her bravery or stupidity or whatever the hell it was at this point seemed to have grown on him and he decided that, aside from all of the whining and badgering that Heather seemed to constantly do whenever they talked, that she wasn't so bad with the physical stuff. And that was a good thing, considering that she was obviously very new at this whole thing. Maybe he'd keep her alive. That way he could play with her whenever he felt like it. She'd be a lot more fun to have sex with than any of those demons, at least.
His movements were a hell of a lot more rapid now. Shifting against her, he felt his jaw tighten a little as he neared a high point, his body fighting against the temptation to just let go and be done with it already. He was getting rougher and rougher with his movements, hardly concerned about whether or not he harmed Heather in the process. If he did? Then that wasn't his problem. He was here for himself, not her.
Eyes screwed shut, he bit down onto her lip -- and he did it hard -- as he fought off the need to just give in. That only lasted for but so long though. He tore his mouth away from her and buried his face into her neck, a low noise breaking it's way from his throat as he let himself let go.