This scenario had played itself out within his mind more times than anyone would have been able to count. It was never the same; there was always a small detail that changed, something that made each time different. None of those imaginative explorations of Veronica’s body could have compared with what was actually happening right then and there. The heat that emitted from her was burning into his skin; he could feel every beat of her heart, and almost taste her excitement.
Teeth had plunged into the tender flesh of her neck with as much pressure as his jaw could create. There was no stopping the throaty growl that escaped him as the act took place. The tension that it immediately created in her body had caused Veronica to press into him even moreso than they had been. Their bodies were as close as humanly possible and yet it still wasn’t enough for Sylar.
His mouth detached from her neck through a great deal of reluctance. That was no indication that he was near being done though. This was an experience that he wanted to draw out until they were both so physically drained that they couldn’t move. Hands that had been surprisingly idle for the moment now were moving into action. They were quick to find the material of her skirt which offered very little resistance as it was torn away in an attempt to expose Veronica that much more.
Revealing more of her milky white skin was only half the excitement of the situation. The other half came from the fact that he was able to reveal just as much to her in turn. Now that her skirt had been discarded it was only fair to do the same for her. The boxers that had been the last barrier to what they both knew what would happen on his part were removed. His eyes closed as he came into contact with her warm skin in the most intimate of ways.