It's almost as though there's an audible snap in whatever there is left that's holding him back. He pins her back onto the sofa, pushing himself up to tower over her. This part feels familiar: the desire to push, to restrain. Although in this case, the end goals don't quite match up.

Instead he kisses Hasibe, but it's more like a bite as he presses his mouth against hers, rough and fierce. Then he moves to press smaller kisses against her cheek, her jawline. One hand goes to tug at the neckline of her robe, to really make sure there's no material in his way.

When he moves back, his eyes are an inhuman black and he breathes deeply to get himself under control. On resuming his attentions, he kisses her neck before lightly dragging teeth against her skin, around to her collar bone.