Marek could feel the need in her movements, in the way she clutched at him. It made him lose control, drove him to give her as much as he possibly could. From the way she was shaking around him, it certainly felt as though he was succeeding, but he shift his feet to brace himself better, leaving his hand free to run over her body, leaving small traces of his own blood on her skin from where the bark had bitten into his fingers.
His kiss was getting as sloppy as hers, wandering over her cheeks and upper throat and once grazing her nose with his teeth, but the exact location of his mouth on her had stopped mattering, so long as he could taste her skin, her lips, her mouth. His uninjured hand slid back between them to touch her, thumb brushing over her clit as his other fingers splayed onto her hip, digging bruisingly into her skin. His body was trembling, his muscles shaking with the exertion of standing up and giving her everything he could at the same time, but he dug his teeth into her skin and refused to give in to her until she'd lost control.