He chuckled. "Yeah, I think it's going to take me a bit of time to get used to the whole biting thing," he said. "Biting for vampires might not be a big deal, but biting for werewolves. . . at least for me, anyway, it's a bit different."
Listening to her speak, he stared into her eyes and nodded. "Good," he said. "I don't want that to happen to you. And I can't believe I was stupid enough to nearly keep you out in the sun, that morning I found out."
He shook his head, then leaned into her kiss. He was trying to hard to be gentle with her. He understood that this was hard for her, in more ways than one. She was a free spirit, and he didn't want to do anything that would make her think that he didn't want her to be who she was. He also knew a little bit about vampires himself, and knew that if things got too out of hand too quickly. . . well, he just hoped that his blood wasn't that tasty.
Nevertheless, as hard as he tried, he couldn't hold the wolf back for long. This was what it wanted. This was what he wanted. She tasted so good, so familiar. It was intoxicating. Moving his hand to her side, he gently rubbed her side through the fabric of her shirt. He deepened the kiss then, opening his lips to hers and sticking out the tip of his tongue to lightly play against her lips as his hand traveled, his finger tips finding their way under the edge of her shirt to her skin.