Vhalla could feel his fingers tracing the open wound on her side, and though there was a faint stinging sensation she was far too gone to acknowledge it. Her chest rising and falling, as if she had just run a marathon, she grips the fabric of his shirt tighter to the point she's very nearly ripping it. Another groan escapes her lips as she feels her legs quake beneath her, when did she get so weak? As Sebastian responds to Vhalla's inquiry, she can feel that sense of reason dancing in the back of her mind yet the other part of her brain shuts it down, not wanting to worry about the potential danger she was in. Whatever the vampire was doing to her, she did want it.
Panting, she lets her gaze travel to his fingers as he raises them to his lips. She doesn't miss the way he regards her blood and she might have flushed but instead she narrows in on him, her attention entirely transfixed on the vampire before her. Feeling his hand press her lightly into the wall, she drops her hands from his shirt as he lowers himself on his knees before her. Icy eyes wide, mouth gaping slightly, she gazes down at him in a dazed fashion.
When Sebastian reaches out to lift her shirt, exposing the wound to open hair, she sucks in a breath, not out of pain but merely anticipation. Reaching out, she runs her fingers through his hair, gripping the locks fiercely. The assassin is moments away of yanking him closer, but he does that honor himself. The feeling of his cool breath on her skin causes a shiver to run down the length of her spine, and goosebumps appear down her arms. Moaning, she tilts her head back, eyes fluttering closed as his tongue darts out to taste her blood.
Eyes snapping open, she leans forward to watch him, eyes hooded as she attempts to lean into him, though the vampire has her thoroughly pinned. Vhalla can actually feel her blood begin to flow more vigorously, and she's astounded to see it begin to pour freely from her wound. The assassin is again surprised that there is no pain, there was nothing but a sexual desire to drag the vampire up to her and let him feed on her body freely. It was torture to watch Sebastian on his knees before her, one hand lifting her shirt the other pinning her against the wall. A whimper escapes her lips, and she might have felt embarrassed if her pheromones weren't running wild, "Please," she begs.
The witch isn't sure exactly what she wants but she knows she wants something and she's certain the vampire might just give it to her.
Vhalla Solarn