There's a part of it that is just vaguely reminiscent of pounces he'd rather not recall, but when he crushes down the vague idea that she's a zombie he can just appreciate the little rush of adrenaline it gives him.

The added assurance to his ego earns a strained chuckle from him, a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth when he watches her with content, half-lidded eyes. "Yeah, you do." He tells her, like she needs him to confirm that. The whimper just does things for him, man. It makes him almost growl with anticipation, hands moving up her and squeezing whatever he touches while he presses in deep.

"Damn, you're good." He murmurs in tone, voice lower like it's a secret somehow. "I can't keep my hands off you."