Logan leans across the top of the bar easily, and his hand slides up behind her head as he deepens the kiss against her mouth.

There are such contrasts between them. He is beast and death, and she is beauty and life. Her hands are soft, small, and his hands are rough, large. His hand slides down her back as he breathes her in, deepening that kiss against her mouth.

His hand rests against her back. His palm presses further against her, and he tugs her in a bit further to him. When he pulls away, it's slow, and he is staring down at her with a quiet expression that sort of takes her in with amazement.