Pam can smell the subtle shift in the scent of her blood as the fear begins to dissipate somewhat. She deepens the kiss a little, careful not to nick Jemma's lips and tongue, even as her fangs lightly bump and scrape against her teeth.

For Pam, it's an exercise in being gentle, as Eric showed her. It's simply a means to an end, not because she cares.

But Jemma is so sweet and so delicate...

Pam's cool hand slips down the side of her neck, thumb stroking her pulsepoint. She can feel the heat of her blood, hear it rushing through her arteries. And her appetite grows as a purring growl escapes her lips.