Sebastian

His Royal Highness, The Crowned Prince of Italy

Her body was akin to a book the Incubus was intimately familiar with. He knew what rested on every page, just as he intrinsically understood just how best to coax that pleasure to course through her petite frame with each purposeful movement of his fingers. How that very touch served to coax a relentless desire within the Prince, in turn. One that he knew well he would not be allowed to satisfy. He yearned to feel her hands upon him, to share in those feelings that brought each groan to her sweetheart lips. His hips pressed downward and against her thigh in the same manner that hers rose to meet each stroke of his hand in a feeble attempt to find more of that friction he offered her. Sebastian was aware of her touch, moving slowly down the bare skin of his chest, flirting with the edge of his pantline. Ah, how delicately she seemed to suggest the possibility of providing him with something more than the muted sensation of himself pressed against his dress slacks, grinding against her leg. How willing she was to push him as far as he was willing to allow her. It was almost a shame that they had already met that unspoken boundary.

His every movement was purposeful, his hand shifting just so to press in that very spot she seemed oh so responsive. His lips pulled back from those ardent, desperate kisses to instead brush sweetly against the slope of her neck in a silent promise of the venom that he alone was able to provide. Sebastian could hear his name upon her lips as he pushed her closer and closer to that very edge, the syllables muttered between each gasp of ecstasy as her back arched upward and against him. She was so close, so very close. His tongue darted across his lips before the vampire leaned down, pressing the tips of those sharpened canines against her porcelain skin. The slightest of pressure was all that was necessary for her flesh to part, blood blossoming upon the surface in a sweet taste that spilled into his eager mouth. His venom followed soon after, pushing her over the very edge whilst encouraging even more of her blood to flow, his tongue darting delightfully across her skin to savor every taste.

Sebastian was aware of her tightening around him, making it all the more difficult to keep up that once steady pace, just as he could feel her body responding to the orgasm he pushed her into. It hardly mattered to him, however, his focus steadfast upon the flow of crimson into his mouth, the sweet taste pouring down his throat to fill his figure with that flush of life. He waited until she stilled beneath him and his name was no longer breathlessly uttered upon her lips before the vampire slowly slid his fingers from her frame, His tongue licked those wounds a final time, allowing them to close and ceasing that flow of blood. Slowly, Sebastian pulled away from her, his free hand rose to brush across the corners of his lips, wiping away any traces of the meal he had stolen. "Carolina....I think that is enough for tonight. Take care of yourself, hm, love? You're going to be exhausted tomorrow. Text me if you need anything." Despite that new found relationship between the pair, there were some habits that remained within the playboy Prince. He was often ill inclined to linger after his feasts, his own home beckoning to him in the late hour if he wished to satisfy the urges that Carolina had brought to life within him.

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