He could feel her impatience and in truth it fueled his own, control may seem easy for him but it was like a suit of armor. When freed from it was like heaven. When she began to tug at his clothes his fingers found hers. Brushing anywhere that was bare to them as he did so. If he could memorize her through touch he would but he would need time.
Later..
He could find that time, for now he would indulge what spaces he could find and linger after. He caught her shirt then realized his jacket was in the way. It is quick and reluctant when he let go and shrugged the jacket to the floor. Never mind where it landed o if it got dirty. Her slender waist came beneath digits and they held, pulled closer then pushed back enough to grip the hem of her shirt.
Elijah shoved it upward, knuckles grazed her abdomen as the fabric curled in a bunch till right below her upper ribs.
Hayley didn't want to break the kiss, but she wanted her clothes off, wanted his off, too. Pulling her mouth free and away just a bit, she helped him pull off her shirt, tossed it after his jacket. Then she kissed him again.
Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them, quickly, deftly, using those new vampire senses and speed to aid her. There'd be time to linger, to touch every part of him, to make a slow and teasing game of it...later. Right now she just needed to feel him, touch him, settle skin against his skin.
She was careful not to rip the buttons, but she tugged the last couple open, reaching up to push his shirt off his shoulders as her tongue continued to tease and play with his.
Elijah could match her speed, only because he was an Original vampire and while his clothes were removed he did his best with hers. Only losing contact with that enchanting tongue when necessary and coming back to the kiss with renewed hunger the second he was able.
Her name is a soft utterance across his lips as he finds her skin, flush against his own. The reality more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined as his hands sought her hips.
Elijah lifted her into his arms as his breath already came heavy from his chest, each wash of air thick with desire as fingers dug into flesh, not enough to hurt but enough to keep her in place as he tumbled them back into the closed door.
Hayley had gone through her entire pregnancy, all those hormones and sex drive going to waste, and now that she had a chance for this, she wasn't wasting time. The way he said her name made her want to whimper, and when he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Up against the door, on the floor, over the table...she really didn't care. The feel of him pressed so close and intimately made her moan, and she rocked her hips down against him, hot and slick and ready like she'd just been waiting for this moment.
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Later..
He could find that time, for now he would indulge what spaces he could find and linger after. He caught her shirt then realized his jacket was in the way. It is quick and reluctant when he let go and shrugged the jacket to the floor. Never mind where it landed o if it got dirty. Her slender waist came beneath digits and they held, pulled closer then pushed back enough to grip the hem of her shirt.
Elijah shoved it upward, knuckles grazed her abdomen as the fabric curled in a bunch till right below her upper ribs.
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Her fingers found the buttons of his shirt and started undoing them, quickly, deftly, using those new vampire senses and speed to aid her. There'd be time to linger, to touch every part of him, to make a slow and teasing game of it...later. Right now she just needed to feel him, touch him, settle skin against his skin.
She was careful not to rip the buttons, but she tugged the last couple open, reaching up to push his shirt off his shoulders as her tongue continued to tease and play with his.
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Her name is a soft utterance across his lips as he finds her skin, flush against his own. The reality more intoxicating than he could have ever imagined as his hands sought her hips.
Elijah lifted her into his arms as his breath already came heavy from his chest, each wash of air thick with desire as fingers dug into flesh, not enough to hurt but enough to keep her in place as he tumbled them back into the closed door.
The bed was simply too far right this moment.
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Up against the door, on the floor, over the table...she really didn't care. The feel of him pressed so close and intimately made her moan, and she rocked her hips down against him, hot and slick and ready like she'd just been waiting for this moment.
Which, really, she had been.