She gasped softly as his mouth met hers again, their next kiss just as passionate as the last, if only because of their increased contact. Siofra couldn’t understand these sensations, the simple pleasure of being able to kiss someone, or to be placed at someone’s disposal. She lifted her right hand and curled her fingers around his shoulder blade, pulling him into her for more, while it’s twin in his hair slid along his scalp and held him closer.
She had to admit, the Symenestra had an interesting flavour. Like a spice, almost, yet sweet.
Yet, he broke their kiss just as his fangs elongated, creating interesting pressure against her lips. However, he did not relent on his seduction, but pressed his mouth to her neck. Her head tilted to the side as she shivered under his lips’ caress, under the brush of his warm tongue. She didn’t understand how such simple contact could do so much to her, or how returning his kiss could bring forth such a strong reaction in him. He was not as calm, nor as cold, as she had originally assumed. He was so different like this, and she had to admit... she liked it.
His actions only eased from her what she suffered every day. He alleviated her anger, caused her to channel it into holding him and not allowing this to stop. She wanted to feel what he felt, so desperately, and she loved what it was. It made her feel reckless, or drunk even, and gave her the sense that this truly was real, that this wasn’t just a dream as everything else had been.
She didn’t want this to be a dream.
He moved away again suddenly, leaving her with a sense of loss, yet his thumb slid across the side of her breast and made her shiver and realise he wasn’t yet done with her. He wouldn’t meet her eyes, but she didn’t mind. It gave her a chance to appreciate the beauty of his thin form, the breakable structure of his brittle bones and thin skin. His claws, strong on her shoulder and slipping along her tunic, were hard, touch, and held her still. She wondered what it would feel like to have them on her bare skin.
Laszlo’s words than riveted Siofra, attracting her unbreakable attention if just for a few moments before she insisted this continue again. He once again seemed so forlorn, so lonely, that she considered comforting him.
“Laszlo...” She started softly. It wasn’t in her to be comforting. It was new, unfamiliar, and yet exhilarating. Maybe she could give him the allure he gave her. “I have not been like this before, either, and you would take from me this..? I... don’t want it to stop... I don’t want you to stop... This is real for me, unlike everything else...” She spoke quietly, for she had not known what emotion to lace into her words. Should she plead? Whine? Demand? Complain? She chose to be insistent, yet calmly so.
Siofra truly didn’t want this to end. As she spoke, she watched his eyes, his face, his mouth. Her fingers threaded through his hair, stroking along the back of his head absently. He had such soft hair.
“Please, don’t stop...” She said again, ever so softly.