Barty nearly lost it and fucked her right then and there the moment that Chas' hand was on him. She was very, very bad for his self-control having broken through ninety-nine percent of it already. He clung desperately to that last percent as he groaned, head falling back as his breaths became short. He looked back to her, eyes dark and hand trekking down her skin until he got her leather pants unfastened and pulled down to her thighs. His hand slipped between her legs in the least awkward position as possible and he was instantly intoxicated by how hot she was for him.
He growled again and kissed her as two fingers slipped inside of her. Fuck, he really wanted that to be him buried deep between her legs. He bit at her breasts in turn again, leaving indentions before his tongue swirled around one nipple and then moved to the next one. He could already see bruises forming on her skin, and it was almost as brilliant as the skin on her that he'd broken. He loved hearing her scream his name and, Salazar, he wanted to hear it again.
"Chastity," he muffled against her neck as he continued his mission to devour every inch of her body somehow. The irony of her name was certainly not lost on him as here they were be anything but chaste. His free hand cupped her arse mercilessly--she'd undoubtedly feel it every time she sat down for the next few days, though most likely in a good way. He wanted her to be able to feel where he'd been every time she moved. "Fuck, Chas." Her name on his lips was sweeter even than her blood on his tongue. He wanted so badly to take what was his, but he was trying so hard to be able to always say he'd never slept with another woman since the incident with Clara. It was little to cling, but it was absolutely all he had left.