Oh, she was well aware of what the situation was. But Chas was doing her best not to think about it right now. She only wanted to think about him and her together. She didn't want to imagine him with her, didn't want to wonder if he was this way with his other woman, if she let him bite her and mark her, if he made her bleed and lapped at her blood as they- No. She couldn't bear thinking about that.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck. It wasn't a curse the way Chas was repeating it over and over in her mind, though, more like the only word she could currently manage as Barty assaulted her body in the best way possible. She moaned as he ripped at her shirt and the instant his teeth caught her pert nipple she cried out, fingers curling against the back of his head, almost digging into his skin but not quite. He could mark her however he desired, she wanted his marks on her, wanted to be his more than she wanted almost anything.
She met his kisses with just as much force and hunger, devouring him, nipping at his lip whenever she could find the space between kisses to do so. Her legs tightened around him as he pressing his hips against hers, feeling just how much he wanted her. It made her moan desperately, rocking into him, wanting him to rip off their clothes and sheath himself within her. Oh Salazar, she wanted that so badly.
But before she could speak or even encourage him, his fingers were tearing into her skin. She wasn't sure what had prompted the rough treatment, but fuck if she was complaining. "Barty!" She cried out his name, hands clutching at him, writhing in his arms as his made her bleed and then lapped at the wounds. The thought penetrated her mind that he now had the taste of her blood on his lips; something that very, very few people had ever had. If she wanted anyone to have had her in that way, it was him.
In her desperation for more, Chastity slipped one hand between them, finding where he was hard and straining against his trousers and wrapping her fingers around him as best she could. "Please," she murmured again, tightening her grip, squeezing him and stroking her hand over him through the fabric of his trousers. "Take what's yours..."