Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

Malek was entirely aware of that soft noise of surprise Chizue makes in the back of her throat. There is a momentary pause before he begins his exploration with renewed vigor. The vampire couldn't manage to keep his hands to himself, at least when it concerned Chizue. Exploring her mouth, he's delighted when she tentatively deepens the kiss, his steel eyes fluttering close in the meantime, his hand pulling her closer until she's practically on his lap. It isn't long before his more manly parts are feeling the allure of their close encounter and when he does, he breaks that kiss, casually touching her on the nose before pulling her to a standing position and dragging her up the stairs. Retrieving an oversized shirt for the young woman, he hands it to her as she gazes around the room, inspecting it as she stands directly next to the bed. When she takes it, he almost backs out of the room, almost.

Truly, Malek believed he was a gentleman above all else but the moment her slender fingers come to grasp the hem of her shirt and she discards it on the floor revealing such pale, beautiful skin; it's Malek's turn to make a small noise of surprise. Eyes widening, he's locked in place as his eyes rove her body, entirely aware of the way her hands move to her jeans next, wiggling seductively from the clothing material. He should leave, he should really leave. The vampire was aware Chizue was not herself tonight, yet, he remains, frozen as that leash on his control begins to fray. When the small woman crawls across that bed, Malek's lips part slightly, drawing in a breath to bid her goodnight, to force himself from that bedroom and then she turns and beckons to him. Whatever small amount of control he had over his body, snaps in that second as he groans, "Chizue."

Stalking to the bed, he removes his own shirt in one movement revealing that glorious and honed body before he prowls closer, until he's leaning against the bed with his legs. Reaching out to her, he engulfs her thighs with strong hands as he pulls her easily to him, spreading her legs so he might stand between them. Reaching a hand down, he tilts her chin up and he plants a kiss on her lips, once, twice, and then he's practically devouring her, another hand resting on the back of her neck. Oh, how very much he wanted the woman. After a brief moment, one hand drops down to relish the feel of her skin on her thigh, his hand practically engulfing her. It takes an effort to pause in his ministrations, tearing his lips from hers as he so wanted to ravage the woman. Panting a touch harder than he had been before, he tightens his grip on her chin, wanting her to look at him, "Chizue, are... you sure?" he asks, his words entirely garbled from the lust that so grips him.

It was clear that Malek wanted her, his hips pinned against her revealing that manhood. His hand strokes her thigh gently, his fingers trailing over her soft flesh, eyes hooded as he regards her, "I don't think I can stop myself if we go any farther."

You're my whiskey. From time to time.