Sebastian

His Royal Highness, The Crowned Prince of Italy

The indigo hue of his gaze lingered upon her inviting lips as her tongue languidly swept across them in an effort to lick every bit of whipped cream. How well he knew the action was meant to draw his attention and Sebastian, in turn, was more than willing to afford her the entirety of his focus. She leaned forward, the position accentuating the supple roundness of her breasts as she suggested just how their evening could be spent. There was no denying how alluring such a prospect was - her blood near eternally called to the vampire in the same way her sensuous figure so beckoned to the Incubus. He might be denied one but, in turn, Sebastian fully intended to indulge in the other. He shifted to stand, only to gingerly hold out his hand towards her in a manner near reminiscent of his youthful days in high society. A singular brow rose almost questioningly as Carolina looked up at him with surprise filling the depths of her turquoise irises. Delicately, she placed her hand in his, only to rise to her feet. She paused, only to run her finger through the remnants of her once plentiful mound of whipped cream.

Sebastian said little of the white substance lingering upon her finger, however, the Incubus far more focused upon leading her towards the worn sofa within her living room. Gingerly, the Prince released her from his grip, only to settle comfortable upon the sofa. His gaze followed her slender figure as she lowered herself onto the sofa beside him. An almost impish grin crossed her fair features as she brought her finger to her lips, her tongue darting across it only to lick off a delicate portion of cream. How well aware he was of her gaze so purposefully lingering upon him and softly, a chuckle left the Incubus' lips. "Carolina, it's cruel to tease me with something we both know I can't have." Sebastian commented good naturedly, after all, he was all too aware of the innuendo she so provided him a view of. His thoughts had already deviated to what she might look like on her knees with other things in her mouth. As it was, there was still some whipped cream left upon her finger and Sebastian had an idea or two for its use.

The vampire shifted ever so slightly, his body positioned closer towards her as he nodded towards her finger, "Why don't you show me exactly where you want me to bite." The Englishman commented, his brow arched ever so slightly in an almost mischievous manner. After all, though Sebastian had his own favored places, he saw little reason not to at least afford her skin at taste of his...affections before indulging in the flavor that so sweetly called to him, particularly after her banana crepe still lingered upon his tongue.

darling I'll make you my next victim
I need to hear the sweet sound of your moans