His eyes darken further as he looks down at you, those pointy teeth making his grin look almost predatory. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" He growls out, voice low and rough as he nibbles on the skin of your neck just below your ear. "You want me to lose control?"

His body tenses as he tries not to give into the urge to nibble harder, to mark you as his in some primal way. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, fingers digging into your skin as he holds you still for his kiss. It's rough and demanding, bruising but somehow also gentle at the same time. You taste salty from the blood on your finger, and Rome can't help but savor it as he devours your mouth.