Veronica hit the bed pretty hard. There was no going back now, not that she would have opted to if there was. He'd given her a chance to make him wait or stop...but some part of Veronica wanted this as much as Sylar did. Some part of her wanted him to see what her limits were. It was not a happy little fantasy with a princess being rescued by a prince, no, their...encounter would never be told as a Great Fairy Tale but that didn't make them want it any less.
Luckily she didn't hit her head on the headboard but there was still a bit of impact. For one thing, he was tossing her around as if she were no more than a rag doll. She was panting as she watched him approaching the bed, now only in a pair of boxers. She was only in a skirt and panties now since her bra and shirt had been...discarded long ago.
She had no way of knowing what he might do next, except the very clear indicator in his boxers. He'd stalked her for over a year and now all of his patience was about to pay off. All of her wondering...well after tonight she wasn't going to wonder anymore.
Her heart was still pounding, but she'd mostly been able to catch her breath for now.