Captivation showed upon her features as he purred, a sound that housecats made when content; she hadn’t realized a creature such as thing could mean such a thing – Did it mean that he meant her no harm? She was hesitant and unsure, the fear within never quite leaving as the lycan’s grip remained constant. She struggled to breath without hyperventilating, trying to keep calm in the face of apparent danger – What if he was tasting her to determine whether or not she’d make a good meal?<br/><br/>And suddenly he let go, letting her slump backwards, wide cinnamon gaze remaining on his face. Any words had died on her tongue, the human-like gasp coming from the creature in front of her gaining her undivided attention. She flinched as he sought to hold the back of her neck, her body stiff as he leaned in, licking her lips. Breasts continued to heave up and down as she breathed, brows furrowing as her gaze moved downward to follow the path of his claw, watching as her favorite shirt was split apart like it was the skin on a ripe fruit. Pale flesh was revealed all the way along, the dress naturally parting to hang over her breasts, no longer taunt over those lovely mounds of flesh.<br/><br/>Thighs shifted, pressing together as the dress came apart, the flush on her cheeks darkening as her eyes flicked back to the were-cougar’s face, a hand coming up to clutch at the front of her dress. “P-please, what are you doing?” She whispered, afraid to let her voice go any louder for fear that there would be someone else there to help or watch.<br/>