She played rough right back and that made Ylrid very happy, it helped to enhance the experience and brought something forward that he had never experienced, a power play. He was so used to being in control in the bedroom he never imagined someone would be willing to be rough back with him. It didn't mean he lacked any of the control he had, clearly he had her arms pinned and was riding on top, but the fact that she nipped at his lips and bit his shoulder was telling that she would be interactive in this ordeal and not some stationary target for him to get urges and desires out on.<br/><br/>The way her stomach moved against his, her back arched at the right moments, it was all wonderful, skin to skin, flesh to flesh, this moment was magnificent. He continued to thrust, a low growl leaving his throat as she bit his shoulder, it was both approval and warning. Not so much a warning that she would be killed or any such thing, but acts such as that meant that he was likely to return such acts. After she bit his shoulder Ylrid's head tilted toward the opposite side of her neck and planted kisses, teasing light nibbles along the way, until he bit her in a similar fashion, another growl, similar to the last one left his throat.<br/><br/>The fire in his stomach grew, his muscles contracting and relaxing with each thrust, their bodies were a fluid motion, his hips swirled to help ensure that his manhood would touch her walls, and attempt to bring her more and more pleasure. Each time he thrust a shockwave of pleasure flowed, nerve endings tingled throughout his stomach and chest. "Mmmmm, oooooh," he moaned at one point as he continued to pump feverishly to bring her pleasure and fill desires that had been long buried and well hidden.