He gripped, kneading her breast with the palm of his hand as his mouth sucked eagerly at her throat. He groaned happily as she nipped. There was always a certain sense of pleasure that came from pain. His fingers caught her nipple and tugged gently, hoping to draw a noise from her. A cry perhaps?
Rodolphus' other hand moved down between her legs, tugging at her clothes. He wanted them off, only then would he be satisfied with having her pinned beneath him. There was no patience in his movements, no tenderness in his touch. It was frenzied. He wanted her now, and he was going to take her.