Iramaat certainly doesn't mind being coaxed in this case. She angles her hips back to meet his, a little surprised noise tumbling out of her as he interrupts the rhythm they've found and that turns into a high little sound of pleasure as he angles himself against her and thrusts into her hard. Her fingers grip at his hip, urging him to continue. She doesn't have words for it at the moment; just a breathless, urgent need that resonates through the bond, urging to go faster, harder, to give her more.