[ It's not as impulsive and rough, so pleasure's not running the show, but it's still there. Human, a little inhuman. His white side's got the same likes, but with a more tender way about things. ...Some of the time.
Lifting his head, he takes away his lips from her neck. And like he doesn't know, he says, ] Which part? [ while rubbing his hand up against the crotch of her jeans. ]