In turn, Alessa returned the affection that LaCroix was now showing her. With a tiny bit of hesitation she let her tongue enter into his mouth, and taste the inside of it. There was no taste, except for maybe a tiny hint of the brandy she had had earlier, but even that was unnoticeable. She thought about how it felt strange to her. She didn't know if she liked it, but she didn't want to say that she hated it either. Before she could really do anything, LaCroix had lifted his mouth away from her's, and was now kissing her neck.
For a moment the young woman became just a little fearful. She knew what he was, and she knew what his type liked to do. Her pulse quickened a little, and a small whimper escaped from her lips. What he was doing did make her feel certain things she hadn't before. She couldn't explain it, and she felt too embarrassed to ask LaCroix what was happening to her. She however, could not deny that this felt good. So, needless to say she was just a wee bit taken aback when LaCroix let out a hiss. But just as he had calmed down, so did Alessa's sudden jolt of fear.
He hadn't bit her. Instead Alessa found herself in such a position that her head was rested against his chest. She took this opportunity to listen to his heart, but found that it wasn't beating. She grinned. She had learned something new. For the longest while she was content to stay in that position with her head against his chest, and his hand stroking the back of her scalp.
In a timid, curious voice, she said, "So that's what kissing someone is like." That statement was directed more at her than it was to LaCroix.