Jack knew the fighting style, it was simple and predictable but he wanted the injuries, wanted the flavouring to her blood of her hate, anger and a splash of pride from the hits he allowed through. Blocking up to deflect the right hook, the left landed across his jaw. A dark smirk on his lips, he grabbed the second right hook and pushed back.
Every few blocks were let down for the punch to go through, though Jack had not expected the claws to come out in her fighting and was caught off guard as her nails slashed three small cuts on his face. A spot of blood dripping from them before they healed into nothingness. Pulling his dark suit jacket off, he stepped back into fighting range with her in only a dark red t-shirt and trademark fingerless gloves.
Grabbing her leg as she kicked him, Jack forced her to hop back to push her against one of the cabinet doors beside the counter with the knife block on it, and then pulled her into him. Again his teeth cut into her throat drawing her heated blood from her and his hips pushed against her. Dragging his own sharp nails over her shoulders, he pulled the shirt off in the wake, threatening to rip it if she tried to keep it on. His bite was alleviated as he ran his lips over the wound.