Amadeus had needed to feel something and he had certainly gotten that. He hadn't expected the lust and passion to burn this hotly between them but neither one of them could seem to get enough of the other as they kissed, the taste of blood still lingering upon their tongues.
That growl sent a shudder of desire down Amadeus's spine. He broke away from their kiss and pulled back just enough so that he could look down into those wolf-like eyes and see the wildness there. As they moved together he could almost feel it beating against his own skin. Amadeus pressed his forehead against Ariel's even has he reached up to slid his hand behind his neck, fingers going up and tightening in his hair.
"Ariel, it's okay. I got you," Amadeus assured him, while at the same time knowing it was asking for a whole different level of trust. He wasn't afraid of Ariel losing that kind of control. One didn't go to bed with a Gangrel if they were afraid of the beast coming out. True, Ariel could rip him to shreds, but if he went that far over the edge, Amadeus knew he'd heal any damage he might take before he could stop the younger Kindred. "Let go if you need to, baby."