She tastes blood, seeping into her mouth as her fangs break his skin, and she leans into him. His reaction strikes a spark in her, something that could catch fire, could burn them both up. She pushes him against the door more roughly, her claws scraping at him, breath coming in hot pants through her nose.

She doesn't let go of him as she drags him away from the door, either, or when she pushes him down on the bed, half climbing on top of him.