Relentless and frenzied are much more her speed, particularly in this instance; where she's been wondering what he'd be like in an intimate setting ever since their first date. The anticipation building ever since that first kiss. Wondering what it would take to tip him over into territory where he's thinking only of passion; disregarding the restraint he maintains so strictly in every other situation.

It's a heady thrill seeing him like this, and being the recipient of such unchecked ardor. Wrapping her legs around him once more when he lifts her, she takes that brief opportunity when he's carrying her to the table to sink her teeth into his neck in a heated kiss. Enough to leave a mark, but the collar of his shirt might cover it. She rather likes the idea of leaving her mark on him anyway, so she's not terribly concerned in the moment.

With her legs thrown over his shoulders, she can barely breathe for a moment for the sharp pleasure it brings; both her neck and back arching upward with a cry of passion. When he starts to drive into her with such relentless force, she grips the edges of the table; eyes squeezed shut and face contorted in pleasure. "Fuck,", she cries out again; followed by moans increasing in volume - needy and insistent as she feels an ache begin to build deep within her core. It won't take much more to push her over the edge. "Don't stop," she manages to get out; her voice a desperate command.