rewrite more in dark fantasy romance this scene
He slowly kissed her neck. Hearing her quiet moans, he began to bite her neck more aggressively. His fingers took her nipple, squeezing and massaging it. With his other hand, he ran down her stomach to her clitoris, spreading her legs. She turned and looked into his eyes, and there was no darkness there. She said, “Jerome,” and kissed him. He bit her lip until it bled, then licked the traces away with tender kisses. At that moment, he inserted one finger into her, and without waiting long, added another, simultaneously stroking her clitoris with his thumb. The first movements were gentle, but with each moan, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into her and rubbed her clitoris. She was lost in feelings of pleasure, and when she felt herself close to orgasm, he stopped rubbing her clitoris, teasing her and whispering, “Shhh, I want to hear you ask for it.” She was shy for a few seconds, but the feelings of arousal were too strong. She whispered, “Please let me come.” He said, “Good girl,” and continued moving his fingers deeper. She couldn't take it anymore and came, shouting his name. Orgasm consumed her
The scent of their sweat and sex hung heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of the blood-runes now imprinted on Lilith’s back. As the final tremors of her climax subsided, Jerome drove into her one last, shuddering time, his roar muffled against her throat as he spilled his heat deep inside her. In the profound silence that followed, broken only by their ragged breaths, a slow, mocking clap echoed from the darkest corner of the sanctum. From the writhing shadows, a feminine figure materialized, her smile a razor-cut in a pale face. “A touching performance,” Morrigan said, her voice like silk over rusted nails. “Your mutual destruction is so… creatively thorough.”