Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

She was nothing short of utterly intoxicating. That scent that so gently wafered from her skin was wholly alluring to the vampire, allowing him to get lost in that natural perfume that was her. That steady thrum and flutter of heart heart within her chest reverberated within his ears with their simple proximity to one another. God, how she made him want in ways that few could coax from him these days! For all the Englishman's appearance, there was little doubt that his entire nature was two-fold. Within him, there existed the suave fellow who so lusted for the feeling of her flesh and those sounds he could coax from her lips.There too existed the more vampiric animal he so often strove to stifle that yearned for even the smallest taste of blood that ran through her sweet veins. How he desired to taste her! To have her! His gaze was somehow darker in the dimness of that dance club, that color of his irises surely reflected his desire for her as he simply waited for permission to pierce her flesh with those sharpened canines. He knew well the pleasure he could provide her with just bite alone. It would benefit them both, surely, and yet he was hardly ignorant of the skepticism that so many held towards his species. His kind, after all, were hardly to be trusted with the prospect of blood so ready for the taking.

He watched her intently as she leaned back into him, her lips gingerly teased at his flesh, that murmur of acceptance within his ear prompted a warm simper upon his features. His lips brushed tenderly against her own in a sweet show of affectionate gratitude. He was well aware of the flutter of his heart, that simple, subtle display of anxiety. That reason alone prompted his lips to brush sweetly across her flesh, taking those few moments to lavish his attention upon her flesh before he bit her. His hand rose to her opposite neck and though his fingers brushed against that small swell of flesh, Sebastian thought particularly little of that scar. And why should he? For as much as he knew, it had always been there. This level of closeness, after all, was not one she had allowed of him in all their prior meetings. That soft moan prompted a small glimpse of satisfaction as his lips parted, those teeth gingerly pressed against the surface of her flesh before he bit down, piercing her flesh and bringing blood swelling to the surface. Sebastian was aware, to some degree, the way her fingers dug into his own flesh and yet it too hardly perturbed him as his venom so quickly sought to take control of her petite figure.

He could hear that soft murmur of satisfaction that reverberated within her throat, informing him well of that hold his own chemical cocktail had upon her. That very same substance encouraged the flow of her blood, his tongue so eagerly lapping at the substance as he relished in that delectable taste. Sebastian could feel her shifting closer towards his figure and in return his arm reached around her petite figure, assisting in her desire to be flush against his muscular frame. Sebastian was well aware of every inch of her feminine figure against his own as he consumed that very life force, that blood had a habit of bringing the vampire alive. It was thanks to her alone that a bit of color returned to his pale flesh, those dark irises lightened to a crystalline hue with each mouthful of her blood. His own figure was all the more aware of her touch, as if his senses had been dulled with that lack of blood running through his own veins. He was careful, all the same, the man entirely meticulous in the amount he stole from her if only to ensure his own pilfering hardly harmed her in the slightest. It was only once he reached that very limit of what he could safely take that his sharpened fangs once again found those very holes he created, providing the woman one final dose of that very venom before his tongue lapped at those wounds to encourage their closure and the cessation of that blood flow.

It took but a few moments longer before Sebastian pulled away from her flesh and yet, he was distinctly aware of that buzzing sensation in the back of his head. The alcohol content within her blood combined with that which he had already drank, compounding the effects of that very liquor upon him. The Italian Prince licked his lips, taking every last smidgen of that substance before his mouth pressed against hers once again, that feverish kiss entirely meant as a show of thanks. He stole but one more of those kisses before slowly leaning back against that booth, his crystalline gaze steadfast upon her all the same. "Did you still want that double?" He inquired, entirely willing to indulge her desire for liquor if she still found herself in need of that sway. He would need to get food within her soon, between blood loss and alcohol, her body surely required some measure of healing and, to be frank, perhaps otherwise distracting her from those intimate touches was a good thing. After all, the woman's touches were altogether tempting, those sounds he'd coaxed from her were wholly arousing, and Sebastian had promises to keep. Those sweet kisses were the most he was allowed to take, even if the incubus within him desired so much more.

tell you pretty lies
look you in the face & tell you that
I love you
even if it's fake