Marked and Mated

As soon as Iona held his horns, Rolfe hissed and his demon wanted to lose control. His mind was in a frenzy. She rubbed his horns and a shudder passed through his body. Once she rubbed them, she grabbed them tightly and whispered, "Take me demon." 

With whatever control his human form was left of, he said in a croaky voice, "I want to take it easy. —scared of hurting you."

"And I want you to go rough, Rolfy!" she demanded. She was craving so hard for him. He had tied her and raised her anticipation to a fever pitch. She couldn't have it gentle. 

He gulped. His woman wanted it rough, just like his demon was fantasizing about. She was naked, wet and beneath him. He wanted to fuck her senseless. "What do I do?" he said, not knowing whether to succumb to his demon because if he came out, he was surely going to thrust himself inside her with no mind.