She could not possibly deny such a request. Not that she wanted to. Selene was addicted to the high his blood gave her. Here he was offering an addict her vice on a silver platter. She was no saint. There were no rules when it came to Logan, she knew she was not suppose to indulge in this desire, but found she could no longer refuse it.
Her lips caught his in a passionate kiss. Raking her fingers through his hair she kissed him until her chest burned for air. Lightly she kissed along his hairy jaw towards his neck. Funny, as she kissed him she could not help but wonder what he might look like clean shaven. Not that it mattered, he was beautiful the way he was. Curious is all.
The skin on his neck was sucked past her lips, leaving a mark that faded quickly. She kissed him and licked him, lavishing his neck with loving touches. There was a soft crunch, as if she had bitten into an apple. Selene moaned, her body arched against his as the fire in his blood course through her veins.
It was unlike anything she had ever seen or felt from his blood. Selene could not find words to explain how she-- how he felt. She felt it as if it were her own emotion. A powerful one that brought tears to her eyes. She was the cause of his euphoria. The fire that burned within him was a result of what he felt for her.