[ There's something instinctive inside of her, the monster that lays beneath the surface, that wants this so badly she can taste it. She's breathless with it, she craves it, to give into a suppressed desire (one she never knew she really had until he said it aloud).
As his hands move along her body, she can't help the way the need seems to amplify. And when his hand moves along her thigh, just the vision in her head of it makes her shiver despite the heat that rises within her.
she looks at him, considering her options before one hand reaches to slide along his throat, her lips twitching at the idea of pressing her lips there, her fangs unhindered.] I want here.