There was a desperation to her movements, built into a frenzy by the expert stroking of his fingers. He played her like an instrument, fine tuned and thrumming with every motion of his hand. Her own wandering down the chiseled planes of his body and near intoxicated on the feel of him beneath those fingertips. Each piece of sculpted muscle trailing down to the precipice of where she truly wanted \ them to be. Her imagination wandering at the thought of what it would feel like to take him in hand, to stroke every inch of the hardness she felt pressed against her thigh. A thought, which while being deliciously distracting, was one she could not hold on to for long as Sebastian's lips trailed toward her neck.

Her fingers twisted into the silken material of his shirt, eyes closed as her body arched into him desperate for every brush of his fingers against the very core of her. Every thought exited her mind save for that feeling, that freedom she chased with every fiber of her being as her hips ground down upon his palm. The syllables of his name the only semi-intelligible thing she could manage around the gasps and moans he elicited. Even those became shorter and more broken the moment his fangs pierced her porcelain skin and that potent venom flooded her veins. So sharp that there was no glimmer of pain before the pleasure that quickly raced through her system, fueled by the frantic pounding of her heart.

Everything narrowed to her core, that feeling which curled her toes and crawled up her spine as she crested that wave and rode the pleasure which followed. She had no concept of how long that feeling lingered, her body clenched around the royal whose lips and tongue still caressed her neck. Eventually they both quieted, the only sound the mingling of their breaths in the quiet of her apartment before he extracted himself gently. She watched him with turquoise eyes still hooded, the after effects of both his venom and her orgasm leaving her rather like a bowl of melted ice cream, but clear enough to recognize his exit strategy. After all hadn't their last encounter ended similarly? It did not surprise her, he was not hers to keep only enjoy from time to time and the sense of control and freedom he gave her was more than enough.

There was undoubtedly too much for her to unpack from the evening which had gone so drastically different than what she had set out to accomplish, yet as she lounged back on that couch it could all wait for tomorrow. Stretching out her body on the couch once more, arms winding behind her head as he straightened the clothes she had so thoroughly disheveled. She merely nodded at his words, resisting the urge to actually purr in the afterglow of her satisfaction though it was unfortunate that he had to leave it wasn't unexpected. "I think you did a fairly good job of that yourself." She can't help but quip with a light laugh, that venom decidedly removing any filter she might have had on her thoughts. "I'll give you a call the next time I have a craving for crepes." Tossing him a quick wink she nestled farther into the comforting embrace of her couch, hoping that would be the only thing she ever needed him for.