She parted her lips to say something and verry quickly felt his against hers, hot and seeking entrance as she fell into the kiss. Whatever instinct was driving her reared its head, eager to deepen the kiss as she relaxes in his tight hold.

Rip couldn't remember the last time she let anyone get this close to her, if ever. Not since her sire at the very least and that was quite some time ago, decades really. Eventually she pulled back from the kiss to let him breath, her cheeks flushed and lips lingering near his, ready to fall back into another kiss.

"We shouldn't continue..." and yet she wasn't moving from his hold. Rip was doing the exact opposite of what she said by shifting in his hold to face him and leaning in to capture his lips in another heated, passionate kiss.