Midnight.
He is standing in front of the window, the rain falling outside, he is lost in his thoughts. He looks to his bed.
She was there, lying in it, sleeping.
He couldn't´t believe it.
He leaned over her. Felt her smell. Kissed her. Yes, it was her, Selene, and there she was, in his bedroom, in his bed. He had her in his arms.
He couldn't´t believe it. In that night he had her as he always dreamed to have, and she was his. But what Kraven felt it wasn´t what he thought he would feel for finally have his desire satiated, no, for the contrary, now he wanted her even more and more, madly, ardently, desperately. She was destroying him, killing him.
He leaned over her again.
She opens her eyes.
Smiles.
Involves her arms around his neck and kisses him. Then, she pulls him to the bed, over her body.
And they ardent passion consumes them again, over and over through that stormy night.
She had bewitched him. Completely. His heart, his mind, body and soul. He knew she would be his death, his doom, but he didn´t care anymore, no, because in that night, in that stormy, dark night he had her in his arms.
In that one night, she loved him.