How could he refuse her? How could he resist her? He knew that he yearned for her. And he was going to get what he wanted. He moans into her lips knowing that it was her powers. Her powers swaying him into her charms. But that was what he wanted. He didn't care about anything else at the moment. His hands run through her hair. He felt an erection that pressed against her woman hood. His thoughts impure when it came to her. But he was ready for a mortal life. He was ready for love. He looks at her and smirks. "Sorry about that my love." He tells her. He strokes her face. Loving the feeling of  her skin. He groans feeling the arousal of his body and he was ready to do whatever she wanted. He lays his forehead against s hers and then smiles as he kisses her. He wraps his hands around her waist and smiles.