Adonis tilted his head as he watched College stride over to Paparazzi with confidence and they really did look good together but half the fun was making them come to him. His lovers always did, Adonis could draw them in easily and he merely shot a little smirk over at College as Paparazzi pulled away from his lover and made her way over to him.
The nails raking up his chest had Adonis arching up to meet them and he moaned lightly, the sound infected with the lustful power surging around him as he bent his head to nip lightly at her throat. "Can't help it, beautiful. Always had a thing for hot blondes." And Adonis' stomach turned over as the rather sickening realization of just why he wanted her so much flashed through his psyche; she was strong-willed, she was a tease, she was blonde. Of course, she could never compare to the Greek goddess of love, neither of them really could but Adonis was pushing those thoughts aside with ease that came from thousands of years of mental conditioning.
Then, a hand pressed against the small of her back, pushing her forward and onto his lap as his other hand went to immerse lightly in her hair. Adonis drew back from her neck to capture her lips in a deep kiss that seemed to dominate and submit at the same time; want and need, control and utterly open to being controlled and for a moment, Adonis had utterly forgotten that College was even in the room.