"I have a fondness for wicked things," she said with a sly grin, rolling her hips forward to encourage his touch. There was something about him. Even their first interaction, no matter the violence, she knew that they would make the ground shake in one way or another. This was the more preferable route. Seemed almost a shame that she had gotten dressed so quickly.

She glanced down at his hands, straining her arms against his grip, eager to shove him back against the bed or ground. Though the wall at least provided some leverage.