You can look but you cannot touch.
This was the thought which assailed his mind that very instant. There he was, in her bedroom, watching her sleep, deeply, in her bed.
Deep were his desires, his most secret desires in the core of his being, the deepest he have ever had in his whole existence. He, Kraven, desired her, yes, with all his strength and fury, since the very first moment he saw her, but she despised him, despised his love.
He watched her, delighted in front of such beauty. "You will be mine, Selene" he thought, with the strength of his lust "One way or another", but he just stayed there, still, move-less, just watching her, for he did´t have the courage to touch her.
He had decided to live the bedroom, when, suddenly, she moved in her bed.
Deep sleep.
She was now revealing her beautiful neck, which still had the markings left by Kraven, at the day he made her, a long time ago. The will to posses her , her body and soul, was now devastating, but he contained himself. He leaned over her and touched, softly, his lips in her beauty, tasty mouth, while desire, passion and lust consumed him in that long night, burning his spirit, which made his body smolder of desire every time he touched her, even a smooth touch.
So he recoiled, afraid of himself, afraid of his feelings.
Now he just watched her, again, in her deep sleep.
"Look but don´t touch" is the thought which was over and over in his head, while that long and fateful night consumed him in his forbidden desire.
