Malek Ackerman

You're my water. You're my wine.

The man having hardly enough drinks to get him drunk, Malek was entirely in control of his senses, those steel eyes roving her body, hardly missing the way Chizue arches her back subtly to reveal her assets. His eyes glaze over as she beckons to him, removing his own shirt in a sweeping fashion, reaching for her to pull her forward, only to note the brief look of surprise in her. He might have commented on it any other time, yet, he was entirely concentrating on her and where this was going to lead. That girlish giggle is practically music to his ears as he gently cups her chin, positioning himself between her legs as he plants those feverish kisses on her lips, Chizue's own breaths coming in a panting fashion as he feels her soft fingers trail along his chest, her touch like fire on his skin. How he desperately wanted her fingers to touch somewhere else on him entirely. Malek's own hand to plant itself on her thigh, enjoying the softness beneath those fingertips.

He's altogether aware how Chizue meets him kiss for kiss, her eagerness only managing to fray his control even more, finally pulling away for his gaze to search hers. As he asks her if she was certain, he can't deny the fact that he was entirely pleased by the way she tells him to shut up, her fingers trailing from his chest to the waist band of his jeans, his body stiffening even more as she diligently works on his button and the zipper of his pants before that clothing falls completely to the floor, his manhood springing free from the confines of that clothing. His eyes hood in a lustful fashion, gaze darting to Chizue once more as an animalistic growl so emits from his throat as he darts down to her and quickly presses his lips feverishly against hers, his hand expertly moving up her body to free her assets from her bra, leaving the woman in only her underwear.

Malek pulls away only briefly to admire her pale body, his hands trailing down to her waist before he simply lifts her up and tosses her on the bed, Malek crawling onto that plush mattress and to position himself over her. He catches her eye briefly before he lowers his lips to her jaw, trailing a line of kisses down her neck, the urge to bite her blooming in the pit of his stomach. The man had hardly ever had a desire to bite another vampire before and yet, he truly wanted to bite the woman, feeling his fangs elongate a groan escapes his lips, he allows his fangs to gently scrape against the sensitive flesh of her neck, careful not to scratch her. He swallows that desire as best as he can before his kisses trail ever lower, planting them along her breasts, only to suck one into his mouth and gently tease her with his teeth. The man hardly stays there long before his lips are trailing ever lower, his long fingers slipping into the waist band of her underwear, and rather than pulling them off of her pale legs, Malek shreds the thin material, his patience seeming to unravel around him.

Spreading her legs, he positions himself between her, his steel eyes glancing up just once before he plants a kiss at her core, only to devour the woman. He works her fiercely, his only desire at this moment to push her over that edge, his hands pinning her hips so she might not wiggle free of his administrations, groaning into her as he tastes Chizue. It is only when she falls over the edge does he stop, the man pulling himself up to plant his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her lips, allowing her to taste herself on him. "Beautiful," he murmurs into her lips, positioning himself at her entrance, lest she forget where this was going to end.

You're my whiskey. From time to time.