He was already well on his way with her hands on him like that. He groaned against her skin as she clawed at him. She'd already left her marks on him, but at least these would fade with time. Without any idea what to say to her, Brooks was too far gone with the insanity of it all to really want to focus on it. If he kept this up, she would see just how out of his mind he was.

Brooks slid the rest of her clothes off impatiently, the feeling of her bare skin against his chest was already pushing him over the edge. "Fuck," he murmured, knowing he should slow down, but didn't have the frame of mind to do so. She wanted him to be some level of feral and he'd reached it. Once he was out of his trousers, Brooks lower himself to the mattress, one hand slipping between her legs.