The immortality of Velvet

Frozen skin heated in lust

Velvet felt like every fiber of her being was vibrating with anticipation. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, so to speak. Her hands trembled and her eyes were wide. Something was finally going to happen, not extremely quick but she was terrified by the thought of nothing happening at all, this prospect made her want to jump and run. She held off however and stayed where she was. She switched her attention to Benjamin as he began to speak again the word company made her mind come alive once more with the prospects of what that meant. She didn't believe that he didn't mean anything as... intimate as she thought but her giddiness threw sense out the window.

The fledgling drew her gaze to his lips, such kind and intelligent words had come forth from them since meeting him not 12 hours ago. She wondered how they felt, how they would taste on her tongue.

Seduction was something Velvet did with a keen mind and a lot of practice for someone her age, moving into Benjamin's personal space with just the right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at a person, she looked into them as if she knew their desires but that was with the people of her former circles. Pompous and egotistical humans who loved to be loved and she pandered to that desire, for companionship in a world where trust did not come easy but desire did, or for gain. This man was not someone who she could see deep into, she was flying blind but she found herself not minding and enjoyed the ride. With the kiss came the smooth touch of her body, poised, just the right blend of relaxation and tension. She didn't want to relax too much unless he rejected her, the thought of such humiliation made her squirm as she fluttered her eyes closed.

Given the rivers that her blood flowed through and his experience with those of similar lines, he knew what that look in her eyes meant. She was attractive, for certain, and he didn't mind the thought of enjoying her companionship as well as her company. She was no longer starved, so he had no fear that she was acting only on instinct. He would be worried about taking advantage of her were he a normal man. At one point, he would have had that concern. But he was no longer a normal man, he was a vampire, and no matter what form it took vampires were creatures of desire.

His hand slid down her arm as she drew close, sliding across the small of her back. His fingers curled across her hip and pulled her closer, pressed her against his chest. His lips found hers as he returned her kiss, though he deepened it to show that he was more-than-willing to explore this with her. His tongue invaded her mouth, tasting his. His fingers stroked across her side, from her hip up to just underneath of her chest and then back down.

He broke the kiss after a moment, watching her face. His hand slid up further this time, curling around under her breast, sliding up to cup her through her shirt. He wasn't sure how far the young woman wanted or was prepared to go, so the touch and gaze was as much to determine that as anything else. His other hand came up, rubbing across her inner thigh as he turned more into her.

She was all well enacted kisses and feigned cool detachment until he touched her skin. Then something not only stirred in her, but it took over her thinking. The rest of her world became an unimportant blur that was banished into the far recesses of her mind. The only thing that mattered was touching him more, kissing his mouth, running her hands along his stomach, his chest. She tried to be gentle with his undershirt, not to ruin the fabric, but it was hard. Her once dainty hands were replaced by vampiric, strength fueled tools that were eager to touch him, so the garment was ripped down the middle.

Her own dress was easy enough to slip off as it pooled down by her knees on the bed and she shifted onto his lap, now slightly higher than him her collar bone was at his eye height. she took one of his hands and directed it to the back of her bra, right on top of the clasps, she wanted him to finish the undressing process. Her skin felt like silk, almost neurotically taken care of in her life, in benefited her now it had the colour of alabaster yet many times the strength. She used her own hands to gently card through his hair, map out the structure of his body.

He enjoyed the feel of her soft skin underneath of his touch, his eyes meeting hers. As she swung around to straddle his lap, he was certainly not going to complain. Though normally he might have been surprised by her ripping his shirt, he wasn't displeased. Thankfully this wasn't a shirt he truly cared about, the strength that she displayed making him interested more than anything. He smiled at her obvious need, his hand starting to undo her bra with deft fingers, obvious that he'd had some practice with such things.