Logan grunted and upon hearing his name leave her lips in such a manner he couldnt help but ink his fangs gently into the skin of her neck. He pierced the flesh tenderly, just with the tips of his fangs, not enough to scar or maim the delicate flesh but definitely enough to leave a mark and a scab that would heal and fade.
His lips attached to her skin for a moment, tongue lapping eagerly at the blood flowing into his mouth before he felt her head tilt. He broke the connection with the wound and offered her a heated kiss, coating her lips with her own blood in the process.
The copper scent of the bold had Logan's own blood boiling and before too long he thrusted hard into her and then picked her up easily. He pulled their lips apart, stood and carried her to the soft, fur rug on the floor near the fireplace and set her down. With a quick gesture Logan rolled Effie so that she was on her stomach, pulling her hips up with practiced ease. Without another moments hesitation Logan was buried deep inside of her once more, this time working from behind, able to find parts of her that hadnt been accessible in the position previous.
With a grunt Logan's hands brushed delicately over her hips and stomach, each thrust well placed and dominant. He was a man that took what he wanted, and at that moment they had come too far for it to go back to the innocence it had held before.