His control began to crumble, and he felt himself moving without thought. His hands clawed at her back pulling her tight against him, his fingers threading through her hair, his lips hungrily, heatedly kissing anything he could reach...<br/><br/>...and he knew he should stop. He should pull away before he hurt her. He felt as though the reasonable side of him were warring against the animal instinct he now felt. He struggled, and fought, and pulled... desperately trying to get control of himself. Finally, after a long fight, he pulled back, breaking from the kiss. He didn't go far, however. Breathing heavily, he pressed his forehead to hers, still holding her in his arms. As his heart raced, so too did his thoughts. He felt the tingle on his lips and skin everywhere she had touched, and yearned to prolong the moment, but he couldn't bring himself to allow her to be hurt.<br/><br/>His voice was low, almost a growl as he panted, "I... umm... I think its best if... we take things slow..."