This isn't like anything he's experienced before. If he were more clear headed, he may be concerned, worried about the loss of control that isn't so dissimilar to the full moon. At least drawing blood is the last thing on his mind. No, what he wants is something even more base than the need to hunt his prey.

She rubs against him and he shifts, sliding a hand down to guide himself into her properly as he ducks his head, presses kisses along the line of her jaw heatedly, down over her neck, and anywhere else he can reach.