It was simultaneously reassuring and ridiculously arousing to hear her say that she needed him. It made him feel like crazy and controlling to know that she wanted him like this. He really couldn't have blamed her if she'd hated it and wanted him off her; he knew it was odd behaviour.
"God, I need you Knightly. I love you. I need you," he murmured breathlessly. He wrapped an arm around her again, less desperately clingy this time but still very much in control as he moved and positioned her how he wanted her. He did somehow manage to take it easy as he entered her, biting hard into his lower lip to stop himself from moaning too loudly as the hot, tight feeling of her overwhelmed his senses.