It's been years since her last fling or relationship, anything involving sex. Yet, she can't remember ever shagging this violently. It's... well, it's certainly exhilarating to say the least, especially given their age.

She meets his thrusts with renewed stamina, drawing on her strength to match his dominance with some of her own. Sarah screams each time he bites down on her flesh, screams each time he collides with that sweet spot inside of her. Each scream does get progressively louder, screams of his name and of wanting more. She doesn't process what she's saying at his point, incoherently calling for everything to be rougher, faster, harder: in a word, more violent.

Sarah Jane hasn't ever been one for violence. In this case, losing herself in sensations she hadn't ever thought she would feel again, she's found the exception.