The beast within her was snarling, fighting him, her canines elongating to flash sharp teeth as she growled. He was holding her, fighting back and it made the beast growl deeper, even as her hips rolled against his, accepting the forceful pleasure he bestowed upon her. Her eyes locked on his, a battle of wits even as they struggled against one another. It was a struggle for dominance, and he wasn't yielding as all the others did.
Finally she gasped slightly as his fingers collided within her, the beast relenting ever slightly. The beast railed against him, but the woman had already succumbed, creating a strange dichotomy warring within her. Baring her teeth again she reached out, wrapping her own arm around his neck and pulling him forward, crushing her lips to his, a sensual combination of teeth, tongue, and lips.