His eyes closed as her lips caressed his skin, making the hairs all over his body stand up. The woman maybe inexperienced, but she was learning quickly. Reaching down he laced his fingers in the silken ebony tresses. Everything about her overwhelmed his senses. Her scent, her taste, the sounds she made, the way her skin felt beneath his fingers. Everything about her was a powerful aphrodisiac for him.
When her lips reached his neck he growled, his fingers coiling in her hair, struggling not to tug. He needed this to be slow, and gentle. Logan needed to take care of her, make this a amazing experience for them both. When he felt her fangs dig into his flesh his hands pressed against her lower back, moving from her hair. The noises she made, so satisfied and content as she suckled at his neck.
He focused, making sure to not let her see anything that transpired over the last few days since her demise. No, he wanted her to see nothing but the good that was inside him right now. What burned inside of him for her. She'd had enough heartache, they both had. It was time for the living to begin and the happiness. They could have that with one another.
Logan hissed, his fingers moving, gliding over her skin so lightly and gently with care. Nothing would harm her again, no matter what she would remain safe the rest of her days. As long as he lived she wouldn't know another day of sorrow. He was decided on that.