His hot mouth moving across her flesh was like fire, threatening to burn her up from within. It was nearly unfair the way he was able to disarm her with only the brush of his lips against her tanned skin, and if she didn't enjoy it so immensely it might concern her slightly, and yet she had never paused to dwell too long on how Sebastian affected her so. No, it was much more pleasant to simply bask in the pleasure that began radiating through her at the almost too-gently press of his mouth against hers, even as he shifted to follow the trail she had laid out for him. It felt as if he was trying to devour her, the way his tongue and teeth roved over her skin and she wasn't sure if he was trying to taste the whipped cream or herself... or perhaps it was the mixture of both that spurred him onward. She couldn't resist the way her body tilted towards him, arching her neck so both it and her chest lay even more open and available to his ministrations as he continued his unhurried trek down her frame.

With each scrape of his teeth or flick of his tongue she waited for that fleeting pressure and pain that would accompany his bite and yet it never came. Somehow the building anticipation as he continued down her chest only increased the delicious curling that had begun low in her stomach. He slowed near the end of that path she had given him to follow and she regained enough of her self awareness to tease that she should have ordered even more whipped cream, the low purr of his voice replying drew her eyes back open and down upon him prompting a low chuckle from the leopard. "Well I didn't know I should have been saving it at the time." The words murmured as her free hand tousled the waves of her hair as her mind spun with how to make the most of what was left atop her fingers.

That idea coming to her with suddenly, the very thought bringing an all too playful simper twisting the corners sweetheart lips before she leaned out and away from the vampire beside her and into the soft embrace of the couch. Her body immediately missed the nearness of his own, and yet she was sure it would be worth while if her plan worked out. She felt the pressure of his navy gaze on her as it followed her hand which trailed down to the now-barred portion of her lower abdomen. She did not miss the hungry look in his eye or the way his tongue ran across those plush lips in sheer desire, the very idea had her clenching in the most delicious way and he had yet to even rise to her challenge.

Without a word she watched as he shifted his position and bowed his head to her stomach, seeking the last remnants of whipped topping as if it were the last meal he might ever get. His tongue swirling across the sensitive flesh had her fingers clenching the arm of the sofa above her head if only to keep herself from slipping down to unbutton her jeans and seeing if she could entice him further. She had always let the vampire set the boundaries of their relationship, regardless of how intensely she sometimes wished otherwise. Yet as he reclined enough that the turquoise of her eyes could meet the bottomless depths of his own she couldn't resist the thrill which rose within her. She had no doubt that he would taste her blood again before this night was over, he had as good as promised it, and the fact that his fangs and not yet pierced her skin meant the fun was only just beginning.

Her chest rose and fell, stretching the thin fabric of her shirt as she could do little more than watch while he repositioned over her. The pressure of his hand weighing down the cushion beside her head, the pressure of his knee between her legs, his body near hovering atop her own all heightened with how aware her body was of him and she waited expectantly. Finally his lips lowered against her own once more and she met him with equal desire, the taste of that cream still lingering on his mouth making ie even more delicious. Perhaps she should have offered to put that cream on him instead...

The thought, though wholly tantalizing, was erased from her mind as she felt the tips of his other hand brush her stomach just before he expertly released the fastener on her jeans. A soft gasp of surprise and need opening her mouth and granting him access to deepen that kiss, even as she could do little more than focus on the feeling of his dexterous fingers as they slid ever lower. At the first touch of him against her already wet folds she felt released from some spell. Her own hands roving, one to tangle in the dark tresses of his hair and the other down his chest seeking to undo the buttons of his shirt, to feel his skin against her own. Her legs attempting to open further despite the restrictive denim, shifting to do whatever possible to give him greater access. How long had it been since someone had touched her like this, someone who she wanted as well. Carolina near whimpered against his mouth in need, tongue darting out to dance with his own as her fingers worked their way down his chest, dipping inside to run up the firm planes of his chest. Distantly she thought this may well be a dream she strayed into, not unlike some fantasies that had come to her regarding the suave royal, but she was more than happy to enjoy whatever bliss this was regardless.