Dennis could feel her not shying away; could feel her heart racing in her chest, and he knew that he had snared her.
The kiss was soft, and he slowly let his tongue toy along her lips. It was hard to keep his fangs retracted, but he had to contain himself. Scaring her off now was not at all what he needed.
But it took every ounce of his control to do so. The need to taste more than just her kiss was too much, and he pulled away. His breath was hard as he leaned his forehead against hers, still holding her close as he danced. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered softly, letting her hear the worry laced through his voice.