You were still a predator to her. If her instinct had its way it would send her into fight or flight, but she was comfortable enough with you that the urge was confined to her subconscious. Instead it manifested as an adrenaline rush from a suppressed intuition. You can hear her taste buds scrape against your teeth of interest as she aggressively licks them. You find it a bit funny and a lot of a turn on so you initially allow her to satisfy her need—interrupting only to swallow her tasty donations and readjust. But after a solid minute of scraping she shows no signs of stopping, she bounces between all four canines with increasing haste and waning composure. You taste a dramatic increase in her salivation and the smacking sounds of your embrace amplify in accordance with her out of control appetite. It’s apparent that she’s not in her right mind. She withdraws to swallow and take a few rapid breaths before pushing past your lips again to seek out more of her drug. If she keeps this up she’ll rub herself raw.