Figure 8 Ch. 07

"Sylar."

Her calling his name in such a desperate plea was his undoing. Sylar forgot all his efforts to be a teacher to her and dove for what he wanted. Her. All of her. His tongue attacked her clit with loving force. His fingers gripped her tiny hips to keep her on the bed as she bucked and cried out indiscernible sounds.

"Don't hold back," he whispered, wanting to hear her moan. "You're so close."

She was thrusting against his mouth. He moved one hand up to fondle her breast. The sensation drove her to ride him even harder. As she sped up, Sylar made his licks more forceful until one last lick had him sucking on her clit. With that Emma burst above him, crying out his name in abandon. It was music to his ears, a song he never wanted to stop hearing.

When he felt her still, Sylar moved up and propped himself above her. He reached down to undo his pants when Emma stilled. Her big brown eyes looked back at him with such emotion that he felt all the desire leave him. He would have preferred her fear over this. Anything but this. But the look in her eyes was here to stay.

He closed his eyes and tried to forget the apologetic look in her eyes. The one that said she wouldn't be having sex with him - the one that on a regular basis he could ignore - but like the rest of her silence, this look in her eyes said much more than just "No." Sylar bit his tongue until it bled to prevent himself from lashing out again.

The look on her face said that she wanted her first time to be with someone she loved, but that was all wrong. What she really needed was for it to be with someone who loved her... and Sylar wasn't ready to make that kind of commitment yet.