Part of him, the side that was currently winning, wanted to take her until she could barely move, until he knew that she was unable to handle any more. It wasn't born out of any desire to hurt her, only to make her his own, to physically show her that she only belonged to him, and that he only belonged to her. The mark on her neck had been the beginning of that, but with each cry of pleasure, it had really started to build.
Even now she was still whimpering with every thrust, trying to keep her audible cries at a minimum, but not being able to do so. His hips were moving at what most would consider an incredible pace, pumping in and out of her faster than he thought she would have let him, driving her small body back down to the bed. The sound of the headboard smacking the wall was a constant now, his muscles were taunt, his hands still located on her hips.
When she moaned his name in return, he knew it was all that he could take, hearing her sound so wanton when speaking his name. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly,giving two more powerful thrusts before he exploded inside of her, a blinding fire shooting up through his limbs, making him feel as if electricity was surging throughout his body.