When something was wanted this badly, when it was needed with the very fiber of your being, all others thoughts disappeared into the background. The only emotions you felt were the ones that demanded your current actions. Your mind was focused only on what you were doing and in that second nothing else could matter.
It was an accurate description of how Sylar felt right then as their lips slid against one another’s in a heated kiss. As much as he was demanding, she was giving, which led to the excitement that had spread throughout his body. Where her lips were soft and sweet, he was rough and forceful, wanting nothing more than to become intoxicated with her taste. Breath was only an afterthought; Veronica was the oxygen that his body demanded.
The fingertips that had been tangled in her blonde locks of hair were now forming a tight grip. Oblivious to the pain that it would cause (though he was very careful not to pull out any hair) she was jerked up to her feet. “You’ll give me more than that.” His teeth grit together after speaking and what was left of her bra was knocked to the floor.
He shoved her towards the wall knowing that his physical strength dwarfed anything that she could have tried to counter. His own shirt was pulled up over his head and removed as he stared her down, almost stalking her. How meek would his mouse be?