Frank groans deeply as her nails bite into him, the sting of it throwing him off-kilter a moment. His hips swirl once before he's back to it, something almost violent in the slap of their bodies now.

"El...lektra," he manages, realizing he encouraged her somehow with his admittance. His head hits the tile as he arches his throat into her mouth, anticipating what happens next though he still whimpers at the feeling. He's never allowed anyone to hurt him before - not in bed - that's always been the one line he wouldn't cross, but for her? He thinks he'd do anything, and it terrifies him. "Don't stop." It's all he can think to say, both arms holding fast as he lays into her over and over again, losing his rhythm and each time replacing it with something harder and less sustainable.