Looking at her lips when she spoke, he wondered if he was making a world of wrong decisions with the girls. Both far younger, unknowing on the evils that lay inside him. The things he was capable of and had done would make them cower. Even before that moment of her confession he had thought of using her blood as a virgin to empower a spell, but that melted away while she sat on his lap with determination in her eyes.
Grabbing her chin to control her head, he kissed her, teeth scraping her bottom lip, deepening the kiss. "If I hurt you in anyway, tell me to stop." He needed her to know that it was okay to do so, and even more he knew the mood he was in was tainted with darkness. Ripper continued the kiss, tongue exploring and massaging the other's. Hands sliding over her back, moving under her shirt once more. If there where scars he did not feel them, all he felt was the soft curves. He had seemingly picked two girls with similar body types. He did not think of himself as having a type like that, but he might have with them.
The door to the library closed as if a gust of wind hit it, but then the sound of the lock turning could be heard in the quiet library. "I think you are too good to belong to me," he breathed out between kisses. Tugging at her shirt, he removed it. Ripper did not want to get all worked up if she would freak out again, and he could not help his curiosity.