The thought of trying to hide his true intentions was one of the furthest from his mind. In other cases it was no exaggeration to say that Sylar was more than adequate at keeping such things a mystery. Right now he was a slave to his emotions as so many others had been before him; ruled by the very beat of his heart and under the influence of every dark impulse that screamed for attention.
Their hips were grinding together with an almost palpable sense of reckless abandon. He trying to put her through the wall and he could only assume that Veronica was doing her best to show that she wouldn’t be dominated so completely. Maybe she would have succeeded in that endeavor if not for the soft sound of pleasure that came from her lips. It caused his eyes to shut and the muscles on his body to tense. How many nights had he spent lying awake in bed imaging that exact sound? Trying to picture what it would take to illicit such a reaction from her.
Though it may seem that he couldn’t make up his mind as he slung Veronica onto the bed it was far from it. It was his thought that he had hours ahead to do unthinkable things to her in this apartment. To see how much glass it took to make her scream. But right now? His mind was flooded with the darkest of sexual desires.
Sylar undid his belt with a look of victory in his eyes as he approached the bed. It was only a second later that his pants fell to the floor and the smirk grew on his lips. The soft material of his silk boxers did little to mask how aroused he had become from their actions.