Iszro was never satisfied. Sure, he had more tame moments than not, but being satiated was hard. Being married to a sex crazed druggie had it's perks, and in turn, her hypersexuality rubbed off on him. So he liked making days tough on her.
They had a day off from the shop and they were just relaxing at home; he had her in his lap as he pet her woolen fur slowly, enjoying the sensation between his fingers.
That's when a switch flipped. He pulled her up closer by her thighs and started nipping at her neck and shoulder, his claws digging into her thighs as he rocked her against his vent.