It was questionable if she could do anything but at this point, for as his tugs and thrusts grew harder, she gave up on the ability to speak coherently, her voice audibly crying out for him, barely coherent as she was convinced he was trying to drive her mad. Not as unlikely as she thought, really, and she was only encouraging that as she surrendered herself utterly to him, her legs clinging to him to prevent him from even thinking of freeing himself as she arched and writhed under him with howls that barely sounded like her at any point.