The thin material of her garment somehow made it easier to feel the heal coming off of her vessel and he tugged her closer. The feel of her hands trailing over his own vessel came as a shock - he didn't expect the muscles in his abdomen to react quite that way or for the feeling in his lower extremities to tighten the way they did.
Staring at Meg with wide eyes for a precious few seconds, he started in, kissing her again. It was easier to forget himself that way and he found himself chasing her flavour more than he'd previously admitted.
They were the only ones left here. And perhaps he needed to feel this. Perhaps she was either his punishment or redemption. Or both.