Emiya
Emiya pulled back to look at her, his gray eyes huge in the dim light.
At Sakura's words, he placed one hand on her hip and the other against the counter for leverage. Her legs closed around his waist, pulling him even closer. She smelled like her namesake, and something else. Blood, but all magi carried that scent, but there was something else. Like some dark narcotic that caused him to press his lips against hers and kiss her as if he tried to devour her.
Then his hips started thrusting in, sliding him in and out, back and forth, harder and faster until he was hammering into her with bruising force.