[He complies, digging his fingers into her skin harder as he moves roughly. He sucks and nips at her throat, leaving behind red and purple marks on her soft skin, and he relishes the way their Bond envelopes them. It's comforting, and heightens the pleasure to the point he gasps and moans Justine's name, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. He needs her, all of her. If it weren't for the Bond, he knows they still wouldn't feel close enough.]