The silence draws her concern for a moment, a gentle knitting of brows. His wants should terrify her, the threat of violence simmering under his skin should repulse her, but fear has only ever brought out greatness in her. She wraps her legs around him obediently and sighs at how good it feels to feel him getting hard against her.

"Make me." She breathes, hissing a little at the bite to her throat. He could kill her and they both know it, yet somehow all that knowledge does is make her shiver. She rocks her hips with his, even as he states what they're supposed to be doing and all she can do is moan when he bites her.

"Not here, we aren't." It's not exactly criticism of his point as she leans forward enough to whisper in his ear.

"We should probably go to a room that locks, Guapo."