The taste of her lips was something that Sylar had envisioned for some time. Would she be wearing lip gloss? Would there be a natural flavor to Veronica that was sweet? All of his questions were answered with that feverish kiss. It was all that he had anticipated and even more. It was an all new exploration to him and one that he planned to revisit soon.
The act of affection, if it could be called that, was ended when he withdrew. Tongue slid across his lips to rid them of any remnants of her taste. “Your shirt will be the last of your problems before this is over.” The fight that she carried inside of her was what caused half of his desire in the first place. He moved one hand up and grabbed her jaw forcing Veronica to look at him. “I’ll destroy a lot more than that.”
The telekinetic hold on her was released but not without consequence. Now that she wasn’t being held against the wall she was physically at his mercy. He flung her towards the floor and grinned wickedly while he looked down. “Are you going to run?” An arch of an eyebrow before he let out a hollow laugh. “Maybe you can get to your sword before I pounce.”