When fantasy became reality it hardly ever matched the anticipation that had built around. This was not the case when it came to their inevitable showdown. Not even Sylar could have really known how this was going to happen. You can plan, plot, imagine all you want, but improvisation usually proved to be your most valuable weapon. It explained their current predicament. Why Veronica was pinned underneath him and why he could feel every shiver and shake that came with the fear that she was experiencing.
“No more words.” His voice was little more than a growl when he spoke and the look in his eyes revealed a threatening nature. The pain that he could make her endure was beyond measure; and there would come a time when he wanted to see her blood, when her screams would be a pleasant sound, but even Sylar was not immune to the extreme cases of lust and greed.
Lips found her own in a kiss that matched the ferocity that they had previously shared. Instead of keeping her hands pinned (at least for the moment) he released them. His own tangled into her hair to give himself better access to her mouth while his much larger frame was pressed into her own in lust.