He gives a groaned growl, teeth setting more into skin, worrying the bite a little. His hips raise as best as he's able to meet her, hand on her hip bruising in strength, but never hindering her movements.

His marks are open to her, to everyone currently in his head, his lust and love for Anita answering the feel of hers.

After another groan, he tastes the coppery flavor of Anita's blood as his teeth break skin, growling into the bite without ever pulling back from it.