[Sure, in theory, he could bite her tongue clean off with those sharp teeth of his - but unlike a regular person, she'd grow it back, and oh, the words she'd have for him then!
His hands on her waist and in her hair make heat rise into her face, and she likewise moves her hands away from his face, sliding one behind his head to tousle his hair and caress the back of his neck and the other down his spine to the small of his back.
Gradually, the overwhelming urge subsides... but she keeps kissing him for a moment longer, simply because she wants to. (And, at least in part, because she's sure she'll be met with a smirk as soon as she pulls away.)]
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His hands on her waist and in her hair make heat rise into her face, and she likewise moves her hands away from his face, sliding one behind his head to tousle his hair and caress the back of his neck and the other down his spine to the small of his back.
Gradually, the overwhelming urge subsides... but she keeps kissing him for a moment longer, simply because she wants to. (And, at least in part, because she's sure she'll be met with a smirk as soon as she pulls away.)]