The feel of his hands roving across her body was like cool ice against the fire they ignited within her, such a beautiful contrast like the juxtaposition of her warm fingers trailing across the chilled planes of his chest. Fire and ice, never destined to coexist yet where they met steam erupted. Their tongues tangling together, her moans swallowed by the possessive way he covers her mouth even as her body strives to open up for him even farther. Sebastian always able to elicit such desperate need with the barest of caresses, even though the way his hand is currently nestled beneath her panties is anything but. So long she had gone with no control over herself trapped in a cage, even after breaking free of its confines the fear had still followed nipping at her heels any chance it could. Yet in choose Sebastian and the pleasure he offered was a freedom all its own and it felt like reclaiming a piece of herself.

Those fingers which now stroked so languidly against her core coated in the evidence of that very desire he so quickly stoked within her. That need only growing as she shifted beneath him in an attempt to allow as much access as the restriction of those jeans would allow which wasn't near enough for her liking. Sebastian however was never one to miss what she so desperately needed and seemed only eager enough to comply as those dexterous fingers slid inside. The position causing his palm to rub deliciously against her center as well was nearly enough to send her over the edge already. Even the feel of the royals' muscular body pressing her into the soft cushions caused another layer of that friction she so desired, his hips grinding against her thighs in a mirror of how his fingers worked within her. A mere hint of what could be if the layers of clothes and responsibilities didn't lie between them.

The leopard could feel the hard length of him rubbing there, her own hand moving ever lower to stroke him just the same. All in vain however, as Sebastian ( in a move that might have been intentional but she would never know) adjusted his fingers so they curled in that perfect manner to pressed against her center and cause her body to tense. The vampire's lips leaving her own for the first time since they had started, trailing instead down the sensitive flesh of her neck, leaving her gasping as that pleasure neared its peak. His name barely more than a prayer as her back arched, toes curling even as her hips maintained their steady rhythm grinding against his palm.

Lost in the waves of pleasure that were building steadily, Carolina didn't even register the press of those fangs to her neck or when their impossibly sharp tips punctured it so effortlessly. No, even as his venom flowed into her bloodstream and pushed her over that peak of climax did she spare a thought for his lips sucking that very blood from her veins she was so lost in the depths of the pleasure he had wrung from her. Her walls clenching around his fingers as he continued to work within her through those seemingly endless waves of pleasure. "Bash..." She repeated his name almost as if her mind couldn't conjure any other words as it veritably short circuited. Her body still undulating beneath him slightly though noticeably slower, though the grip she had on his shirt just above his pantline didn't lessen at all. The after shocks of the orgasm he had wrung still fluttered through her body, no doubt encouraged by the effects of his venom and while she had the vaguest idea that she had wanted to do something else she found herself left floating in the after glow, never wanting to leave.