Sebastian's fingers interlaced within her own as the vampire Prince guided her through the dark emptiness of the apartment. There was a certain sort of allure to the shadows that surrounded him, the kind that made clandestine rendezvous like this all the more tempting. The Englishman was hardly surprised by the pure emptiness of the bedroom, the bare mattress upon a nondescript bed frame was all he truly required - those lustful desires hardly interested in anything else as he led her between himself and the bare bones of her newfound bed. His crystalline gaze briefly fluttered upwards towards her own, the man well aware of that glimpse of timidness that seemed to afflict her the same way it tended to do with so many women once their teasing became a reality. Sebastian hardly waited to give her that chance to back out, however, the man far, far too aroused with that near incessant grinding of her frame against his own that she'd so beset him to. His fingers gripped at the hem of her shirt, the vampire easily peeling the tight cotton material from her frame, only to toss it with clear disinterest upon the bare wooden floors. For a fleeting moment, his irises drifted downwards to eye all that he had uncovered, those scars that traced her back only felt by the softness of his fingertips as his hands traced down her hourglass figure - though they were hardly enough to stop him, those raised bumps coaxing little more than a fleeting thought when Sebastian was presented with the ample curves of her breasts.

His lips pressed against her own in a near feverish fashion as his hands slid down to her waist, his own hips pressing tantalizingly against hers in a small continuation of that dance between them. God, how his body yearned for that additional friction! How he needed that release he so intended to deny himself. Sebastian was well aware of her fingers upon his chest, undoing the buttons of his Oxford in an overwhelming desire to feel his flesh against her own. It was, perhaps, some attempt to retain his own self-control that saw the man gingerly press her down upon the plush top of the mattress and yet, she had certainly made some progress. The top four buttons of his shirt had been undone, letting the ivory material hang open just enough to give a glimpse of his toned physique. Sebastian's hungry gaze watched her as she shifted backward upon the bed, her fingers reaching up to tug at the hair tie, causing her blonde locks to cascade down her back and around her shoulders. A small smug twitch crossed his lips as he watched her hands trace a pathway down her naked skin, the girl clearly making some effort to tease him before she hooked her thumbs in the very waist of her jeans. He watched as her eyebrow rose in an almost curious fashion and yet there was a darkness to the depths of those blue irises - it was a lustful need that altogether resonated within the Incubus. Oh, how he wanted those jeans pooled on the floor somewhere behind them and, in turn, the man was altogether content to ensure they ended up there too.

Sebastian stepped closer towards the edge of the bed, one knee settling on the edge of it as he leaned over her. His lips pressed against her neck again in an altogether sweet sensation, the man content to trace a trail down her neck and towards her collarbone. His fingers traced along the hem of her jeans, lightly brushing over her own hands only to find the button and zipper that kept the material secured to her hips. Distractedly, his hands toyed with undoing the fastening upon her jeans as his kisses drifted over the smoothness of her breasts that peaked out from the lacy black bra. He was all too keen to tug at her jeans, pulling them slowly off her figure as Sebastian further traced his own trail of kisses downward her cleavage and that line of the trail of barely perceptible hair that led downwards and towards the edge of her underwear. Easily, he pushed her jeans to her feet, his own crystalline gaze turned upwards towards her as he reached for her shoes, tossing them on the floor in the same haphazard fashion to fulfill his own selfish desires to see those pants entirely gone.