Chas was so far gone, so close to being mindless, that she barely even noticed anything related to his character or how he was acting. She only cared about the way he felt, thrusting into her, pressing her back hard against the wall.
As his movements grew harder and faster, she felt the tension start to tighten and swell inside of her as he pushed her closer to the edge. It made her moan, and in turn, she bit harder on his shoulder, this time enough to draw blood, which she lapped up with her tongue, savoring the salty, almost metallic taste of it. As her tongue soothed over the spot, she continued to arch her hips against him, clenching her muscles around him in a way she knew would bring him closer to the edge.