Her tongue was rough and her teeth were sharp and she took her time enjoying the kiss. The woman was still adjusting to her own transformation, though she acted with confidence instead of apprehension. Long fingers trailed down his shoulders and to his chest, deftly undoing a number of buttons on his shirt as they went until she pulled them back to untie the first layer of her clothing. It was an easy task and she was soon shrugging the top shirt off. The rest would be for him to take care of.
A lone index finger made a path down his sternum, long claw tickling the flash instead of scratching. By the end of the night, she would know every dip and curve of his body intimately.