The biting made Miranda moan, instinctively tipping her head so that he had better access to her neck, pretty much inviting him to do his worst. If he did things like this more often, she'd probably end up never walking again... not that she'd ever be able to bring herself to complain.
"Fuck, yes, fuck me..." If he expected anything close to coherency out of her right now, he'd be sorely disappointed.