Sebastian's cobalt gaze was an ocean in which the leopard often thought she might happily drown, and no more so than now as he gazed so deeply into her own eyes. Promise and possibility thickening the air as he proposed his game, indicating the remnants of the delectable whipped cream which still topped her finger. Her acceptance only prompting that seemingly ever-present simper on his handsome features as he purred his affirmation that he knew she might enjoy that diversion. The intensity of his focus followed that finger as she let it drag with painstaking leisure rom her parted lips, down the slope of her neck and finally cresting the rounded top of her breast just above where her shirt covered them.

There was an unmistakable hunger that nearly radiated off of the vampire making something dark and pleasant curl below her stomach in anticipation. Was this game made to torture herself or its creator? It seemed like both in equal measure as the royal shifted towards her, the challenge she had laid obviously accepted. Their gazes remaining locked as the cool pressure of his fingers against her face had her nearly sighing before his lips had even touched her own. That pressure light and yet decidedly intensified as he proceeded to draw her lip between his own causing her eyes to flutter closed at the sensation. Too soon his attention shifted, a pout almost pulling her full lips downward and the game nearly forgotten until he administered that same attention to the trail she had left down her neck.

A low moan hummed in the back of her throat unbidden as she unconsciously leaned in to his touch there and the too light pressure of his mouth contrasted by the sharp edges of his fangs. It reminded her of that night so many months ago when he had been in such a similar position in the heart of a club, the first night he had tasted her blood. She waited for that feeling again with growing anticipation verging on need, the sharp pain so quickly washed away by the pleasure of his venom and yet it never came. Such a tease that she nearly chided him until his lips found their way to the delicate crest of her breasts, continuing to follow the path she had carved for him with painstaking care. The trail of his mouth and tongue alighting a fire within that had her attempting to shift ever closer to him still, need somehow only growing with each lavish swirl of his tongue against her skin, every scrape of those pointed teeth. She knew those canines could so easily pierce her flesh and yet the care he took in that moment was equally as frustrating as it was tantalizing, and every moment of it she knew was intentional Sebastian's' part.

It wasn't until he reached the end of that trail that Carolina released a shaky breath which she didn't remember holding. A quiet laugh followed it even as her body continued to try and move towards his, her position having rotated to face him more fully so that her legs now bracketed his own. "I should have ordered more cream." The joke came out breathily, her chest heaving softly even as she looked down at where the vampire's mouth still lingered so dangerously close to her sensitive flesh. Her free hand moving to run through her tousled blond hair which fell in languid waves over her shoulder, trying to form a coherent thought apparently becoming more and more problematic.

The other hand which had previously rested atop the couch to preserve the last vestiges of the whipped topping they had each been savoring tonight moved to hover between them as if a promise of what might be coming. One eyebrow raised as if in a challenge, her thoughts spinning that if this was all she had left with which to play his game she might as well make it worthwhile. A sly smile barely had time to grace her features as she proceeded to lay back on the couch, the movement no doubt startling to the Prince who had been so close to her heated flesh only moments before and yet as her shirt rode up revealing that swath of skin on her lower abdomen she had no doubt he would catch up to her intentions. The low rise of her jeans providing an open canvas as she trailed the remaining topping across the soft underside of her stomach and between the rise of her hips. With her ammunition expended she let her arms stretch over her head, an open invitation to see if Sebastian was ready to finish this game he had started.