Even in the darkest depths of his imagination Sylar hadn’t been able to picture it turning out to be this way. The wide eyed look of realization she gave him before the soft gasp that followed. Veronica Mars was trembling at his touch and with every second that passed he was taking something away from her that would forever be his. It did speak volumes about the fight within her that she was doing her best to remain quiet and strong as he pushed inside of her.
“I will.” A promise made from lust and passion. Or was it more of a threat? A solemn vow that he would go beyond anything she had thought of to prove that she would be his. That this was only the beginning of a path that would carry on much longer than anyone could have anticipated. Veronica was the drug that his system demanded and it wasn’t within him to deny such a thing.
Abilities faded into the background as pure instinct and emotion took over. It was to prove a point that Sylar by himself could do anything he wanted with her. There was no need for extra powers to accomplish such a thing. Hands tangled into her hair, fingers gripping the soft blond locks, lips crushing against her own in a display of passion.
But what had already started wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Gentle would have been the least fitting description of what was happening between them. But it wasn’t lacking passion or desire, much the opposite, in fact.
The painstakingly slow movements that he had taken to ensure that he would forever remember the initial moments of their union were now being replaced. Hips jerked forward in a much more forceful thrust as he slammed his entire length into Veronica again. Her small stature added to his visual arousal which in turned spurred him forward. His eyes looked down at where their bodies met as he slowly pulled back only to impale her again.