He smiled at both the mental correspondence and the sounds she made, his nails giving more than just light grazes every now and again. He supplemented their rough scratching with waves of pleasure, less so than what he'd given her days previous, but still enough to cushion the pain. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered to her, his eyes half lidded, "I want you to bleed, but not because I want to cause you harm or to kill you, do you understand?" His nails within her dragged against the tender, sensitive inner walls, not yet with enough force to tear them.