If she had still -felt- like just his pelt she would never have done it.  Something between them had changed, was still changing, and she was willing to just let herself go with it.  She liked him, flaws aside, and their lovemaking was always intense.  She wanted him to not regret choosing her, and since she didn't have the whole vampire speed and strength combo..  she had to make do with human bests.<br/><br/>Later she would realize what he'd said, what he'd called her, but at the moment she was deeply focused on their passionate moment together.  She lifted up and slid down, finding it easier than before to ride him that way, perhaps because he'd put so much work into it already, training her with the plug and all, with limited pounding..  Now they were going out it full force, and while it did ache, there was a deliciously full sensation too.  She moaned and thrust, trembling as she felt his fingers probing and teasing her, drawing her pleasure from her even as she fought to get him off.  The harder her thrust the more sore she was, but she wanted him to find that pleasurably intense relief.