The smirk on his lips definitely indictated a predatory kind of satisfaction. An arrogance in knowing that the mouse had been caught. His abilities had grown to encompass things that Veronica couldn't have imagined. The sword that she swore by would have done no damage to him. Anything she could have brought to the table would have provided nothing more than a glimmer of amusement.
The shirt was now completely split and had fallen to the floor where Sylar would make sure that it remained. The wide-eyed look of fear was an invitation to go further. Like anyone who lived for the hunt you gained a certain amount of pleasure from knowing how you effected the hunted. SHe was afraid, finally, but it hadn't stopped her excitement.
He could have done a number of things right then. He could have allowed himself to see the crimson color of her blood or even put her through the wall. First thing was first. Something he had been waiting to do for over a year. Something that couldn't wait.
Leaning forward his lips found her own. The kiss was far from gentle but carried the kind of lust and passion that was rarely felt by others. His tongue explored her mouth, her breath was his breath, her taste was his intoxicant.