It wasn't too much, not yet. It was just enough to make her ache--God, did she ever--but not enough to push her panic buttons, and her hips slid against his with a little arch of her back that pushed her mouth away from him for a second before she found his mouth again. That felt really good, enough to make her do it again and again and again until she shuddered and had to be still and breathe for a few heartbeats so the feeling didn't overwhelm her; it pulled a soft rasping sound from her throat, punctuated by the sound of her tags clicking against his and sliding against the chain when she moved again.