Truth be told, the torture that Troy was feeling was no better for herself. With each press of her hips against his, her desire for him only mounted. She wanted nothing more than to simply pull him into a secluded corner or a bathroom and allow him to have his way with her. She needed him, even if she made it seem as though none of this was truly affecting her. "Torturing us both..." The way his fingers had pressed into her panties had her eyes fluttering closed. She wanted her release...badly. Her body was mounting and yet, she held it back. She would draw this out.
But before she could mount them any higher, the room went back and silent. She could only chuckle at the irony, but she could sense the rest of the patrons were angered that the music had faded. She simply rested her head on his chest, content to just hold him close to her.
But Troy had other ideas of what to do while the lights were out. His question had her looking up to him, unable to show him the smirk it had brought. But before she could respond, his hands were on her. She gasped lightly when his lips met her breasts, her nipples instantly coming erect at his touch. Slowly, she gripped his wrist, pushing his hand beneath the fabric of her dress. With such a low-cut front and her not wearing any bra at all, it was so much easier for him to touch her this way. And with no lights...no one else to see what they were doing. There was something exciting about it.
And while her thoughts were clouded by the way his hand and lips worked at her breast, Troy had already slipped his other free hand beneath her dress. This time, he intended to allow them to stay a while. She bit down on her lip, her fang nicking the supple flesh as she felt her body press into his hand. But he was not there long, teasing her as she had done to him. In no time, his hand had left her. She could smell her scent on him and she took a moment to kiss him after he had licked her off his finger. "Your teasing surprises me..." She had not expected him to return the favor, but he could not complain.
Lips pressed to his again, her hand slowly lowering between their bodies to massage the fly of his pants, finding him hard and waiting. She contemplated unbuttoning his pants, but instead decided to simply do some external stimulation. She wanted him to come for her, even if there was no tissue there to catch his load.
But something stopped her hand dead in its tracks.
Her hand moved swiftly from his pants as she looked up to where his eyes should be. "Troy...something doesn't feel right." People were still cursing and moving about, bumping into them as they tried to make it to the doors. And then it started. The sounds of crossbows and machine guns. She felt the sting of a bullet in her shoulder as the crowd erupted into screams. A bullet would not kill her â€" unless it was coated in nickel. It was the wooden stakes she was more worried about.
The room was in utter chaos. Everyone was screaming and running, the people trying desperately to get out. She took Troy's hand with her uninjured arm. "Troy...we need to get out of here." It was ironic that they would be attacked again by dark hunters. They really needed to stop meeting like this.