He was more than happy to accommodate her, as he thrust up into her harder and harder, faster, wanting and needing more, all of her, everything she had to give in that moment. It wasn't enough; it wasn't nearly enough, but he knew it would have to be. She was beautiful and perfect wrapped up around him, begging and desperately passionate. It was enough for him to lose his head, for his fingers to push in against her flesh in a grip that just might leave marks.
Her words, though... God, her words. He very nearly came at the sound of her voice, at the heady image she painted, of them both going around set with the scent of the other clinging to them, of the wonderful ache in their muscles reminding them over and over of what they'd done here now. Her sudden demand, though, pulled him back enough to hold on to his tenuous control. His wand had clattered to the ground at some point, but with a bit of focus and a wave of his hand, he removed the charm holding her up steady and backed away from the door, his hands under her arse to keep her impaled on him a moment longer.
"What do you want me to do to you, Silviya?" he murmured as he let her down to her feet. His cock was hard and aching, desperate to be back in her heat, but he was more than willing to let her call the shots. Still, he quickly toed out of his own shoes and shoved his jeans and undershorts down, stepping out of them, revealing himself fully to her now for the first time. There were scars, particularly down his left side, but he wasn't shy or embarrassed by his physique.