Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

The Italian Prince's hand settled confidently upon the slender slope of her waist. Her fingers were warm within his as he directed her attention downward and towards those four, relatively simple steps. Sebastian made every effort to go through those movements slowly until he was certain she was capable of demonstrating that square shape. How giddy she seemed with just the right application of his affinity and his continued closeness! A warm simper blossomed across his features as he inquired if she wished to apply her newfound footwork to an actual dance. There was an undeniably enthusiasm within her voice, one that was near palpable even to the ever placid royal. A velveteen chuckle reverberated within the back of his throat as he drew her closer towards him. Sebastian's footing was nothing if not terribly confident, the vampire inclined to sweep them across the clearing's floor in time with some song that danced only within his thoughts as they glided effortlessly across the pine needles and soil upon the forest floor. The soft bathe of the moonlight above seemed to create an almost ethereal scene, one that perhaps called to the inner romantic within the Incubus. A soft melody echoed upon his lips, that classical song somehow fitting to the intimate moment as the hum of his voice interwove with the soft sounds of the forest surrounding them.

How enamored she seemed as she stared up at him with her bright silvered irises, the very hue of which reminded him of someone else entirely. Gingerly, she leaned into him, her gaze fluttered closed almost comfortably and yet, her ease caused her step to falter, her shoe stepping upon his with a soft sound that Sebastian was well aware of. Her misstep, however, hardly caused the Prince to waver, the flow of that dance remained ever consistent, thanks largely to the number of years and myriad of dance partners he'd had over the long years of the Victorian era he had once thrived in. She was hardly the first woman to step on his toes, nor would she likely be the last. Iliana remained entirely undaunted by her momentary stumble. How keen she was to suggest they go faster, that pacing she desired was unlikely to be one she could hold up - matched only by the aristocracy that had spent hours twirling in graceful circles upon polished floors beneath the warm glow of all too bright chandeliers. Ah, how easy it was to let his memories drift back to those divine years of his mortality! The tune upon his lips changed, transitioning easily into something quicker paced as Sebastian picked up the tempo, guiding her fluidly around the outskirts of the clearing.

Admittedly, Iliana managed the momentum far better then he had anticipated she might, the pair glided for several moments before, inevitably, the melody he hummed came to its natural end. How easily Sebastian twirled her in a circle, the pair ending exactly where they had begun - in the center of the clearing beneath the moonlight. Her girlish giggle held a melodic sound to it, the noise clearly an indication that she had enjoyed herself. Ah, it was the perfect time to push that encounter from the brief friendliness to something else entirely. How well the Incubus played this game, time and time again. Even without his affinity so diligently at work, there was a natural...dance of sorts...when it came to seduction. Though Sebastian released Iliana's hand, his opposite hand remained firmly settled upon her hip as he guided her closer towards him. His fingers reached out, his touch tender and soft as they caressed her jawline. He could feel her stilling beneath his touch, just as he could hear the increased beat of her heart hammering within her rib cage. The effect he had upon her was...evident to the vampire and how he intended to use it to his advantage.

Softly, her name fell from his lips within his uniquely British accent, drawing her gaze upward and towards him. His inquiry seemed to astonish her - the fae stared up at him in clear shock before, slowly, her silver irises seemed to widen as she seemed to contemplate his desire to kiss her. He waited in silence as she pensively considered his offer, the Prince certain of the answer, as long as he remained the epitome of patience she seemed to desire from the men whom she'd taken an interest in before. Eventually, a single word fell softly from her lips and warmly, Sebastian offered her an encouraging smile as he leaned down towards her. His lips hovered only a mere inches from her before she spoke again, her breath warm against his mouth as Iliana uttered insecurities he hadn't expected from the girl. "Then I'll merely teach you how to kiss well." He uttered without hesitation, only to close the distance and press his lips against hers. How warm she was, with her mouth nestled against him. He could hear the blood rushing through her veins, coaxing to life a far more carnal desire - one he knew well she was ill prepared for. Rather, Sebastian was far more inclined to steal kiss after kiss from her, the vampire pulling back just enough to take her upper lip between his, further deepening each breathless kiss he took from her. It was several moments before the vampire pulled away, only for his mouth to find the slender slope of her neck. His lips brushed just beneath her jawline, only to steadily move downward in a tender, fleeting trail. "Iliana..." His breath was warm against her skin as those navy eyes glanced upward towards her. "Would you like to feel something amazing?" He offered her, entirely vague of what exactly he intended to do to bring about such a feeling. His bite, he was sure, would quickly wash away any reservations she had to sharing her blood with his kind and oh, how it sang to him!