With the marks open as they are, Anita easily anticipates what Richard wants, and it's hard for her to tell if what he wants becomes what she wants, or if she wanted it all along. She doesn't care, though. Her teeth sink into Richard's throat, just shy of breaking skin, as she moves faster, shifting so her body rubs against him in the right way. Anita moans into his neck, her nails raking down his sides, and then she sits up, slamming down on him. The rhythm becomes something fast and animal-like as she stares at him, her hands splayed on his chest. His love and lust fill her as surely as his sex, and it takes quite a lot of thought to force the ardeur back, keep it from rising while they fuck.