[He goes still as her teeth graze his skin, concern for her again overwhelming his need to move. His hands don't stop but slow considerably, rubbing over her back, his knuckles brushing down her spine. The effect is greater, the sensation making him gasp and shift as much as he dares. He could easily knock her tooth out now if he's not careful.]
[Which is why he draws back from her mouth as she reaches for his belt, because he knows that will make him squirm for certain. He already is, just a little, but he manages to look up at her with a smile and a quick but hungry kiss against her mouth.] If you're sure... [He couldn't find the strength to stop her if he wanted to, which he certainly does not, but the reassurance never hurts considering the logical part of his mind won't quiet entirely and it keeps reminding him how dangerous this is.]