It was only as long as he kept from biting -her- too. Or hit any of her particularly sensitive weak spots. Hearing that -growl- though, as loud as it was, she husked a breath against his skin, her fingers flexing against his back, groaning against him, almost as if she could sense that fire growing in him. She bit him again, alternating between gentle bites against his throat and slow kisses that trailed across to his shoulder and ended with a series of bites up his neck, wanting to hear those growls again.