Resistance to any of this was futile. She'd thought about it a great deal and for a long time. Ever since they'd first spoken there was that little what if in the back of her mind. Eventually it would happen, eventually they'd be some of the only people still around. She'd barely been twenty when her immortality was activated and now she was almost 22 and yet she had not aged a day. She wasn't sure how old Sylar was, but he too was immortal. They'd see lifetimes, and much more than was possible for anyone else. They were members of a very exclusive club, to a degree.
Right now though, there was no thoughts just instinct and raw emotions. She was pinned to her bed and there was no going back from this. She couldn't help the wide eyes when she saw him over her. She knew that he was going to dominate her in every sense of the word. Veronica was very independent, but right now she was surrendering herself and everything she was to him. She was going to let him fulfill that dark fantasy that they both shared.
Her body shuddered, especially as he started to enter her. Her entire body tensed around him and the look on her face was probably something he would commit to memory. This was the moment he'd wanted since their very first conversation, a moment she denied him for over a year. This was bound to be a crazy night.
"Prove it." She told him, looking up at him. She was not his. Veronica Mars belonged to no one, even if Sylar believed that she was his when he entered her apartment. In a way she was daring him to see what else he would do to her. He was buried deep inside of her, and movement wasn't that easy at the moment.