The only thing keeping Barty from feeling like a complete and utter bastard was the fact that Chas knew exactly what his situation was. He wasn't luring her in under false pretences or lying to her or making promises he couldn't guarantee he could keep. That didn't he wasn't mostly an arsehole, though, because he definitely was, even having kissed her.
But, Salazar, the way she said please and asked him not to hold back...if it had been a command he probably would have been inclined to obey even though his ability to submit usually only extended to the Dark Lord himself. Fuck if Chas couldn't bring him to his knees, though, if that was what she wanted. He wanted to give her everything she wanted because most likely it was exactly what he wanted, too. It wasn't that simple, though. It was never that simple, for anything.
His hands worked hastily to push off her jacket, letting it fall nearly forgotten to the floor beneath her as he roughly pulled her skimpy tank top down, breaking the straps where they connected to the back but not caring. They could fix her clothes later when they weren't an annoying obtrusion in his path to devour her whole. Finally able to do so, his mouth descended to her breast, catching each pert nipple between his teeth in turn. Even though it was a very bad idea for her to leave marks on him, he most certainly was planning on leaving his claimed territory on her.
Standing back up straight, he captured her mouth with his again and kissed them raw, tongue devastating hers in the best possible way. He growled against her mouth again, pressing his hips into hers, his want for her more than physically noticeable as he did so.
His subconscious was still screaming at him to keep it in his pants, telling him he'd already fucked up beyond belief and that that did not give him a free pass to fuck up even more completely. Groaning out loud, his fingers dug into her ribs, teeth clasping onto her lip again. Could he get away with getting her off without shagging her? There was no way he was going to let her leave here as she was right now. He couldn't bear the thought that she would find satisfaction elsewhere. Possibly with Bobbin. At the thought, he was hit with a new wave of possessive desire which was apparent by the way his fingers tore into her skin, leaving reddened trails and minimal beads of blood. Leveraging her with his hands and arms as his tongue lapped at the wounds, probably causing them to burn and cool at the same time.