That was all I wanted to hear 'Please or yes'. I know I'm not the same man who stumbled into this trailer all those weeks ago when my mind had been raped by Parkman. Gabriel ever the second hand virgin didn't know what to do with someone like Lydia, so he let her have her way. He let her drive the action and make the rules of the game.
I am not Gabriel Gray.
I am not Nathan Petrelli.
I am Sylar, and when I want something I take it. Right now I fucking want to be inside of her making her scream my name.
Maybe when I'm done I'll kill her.
Sitting back on my heels, I grab her hips and turn her over onto her stomach. The blood from her shoulder has left a trail over the vines and leaves on her back. I intend to lick up every single drop and then add more to my own painting.
With one hand across the flat of her stomach and the other wrapped tightly in the silk scarf, I push up inside of her. She's so wet that it's like coming home, and I smile against the back of her neck as she clenches around me.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, Lydia. Then we'll see if I let you live or not."
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Date: 2010-01-14 08:17 pm (UTC)From:I am not Gabriel Gray.
I am not Nathan Petrelli.
I am Sylar, and when I want something I take it. Right now I fucking want to be inside of her making her scream my name.
Maybe when I'm done I'll kill her.
Sitting back on my heels, I grab her hips and turn her over onto her stomach. The blood from her shoulder has left a trail over the vines and leaves on her back. I intend to lick up every single drop and then add more to my own painting.
With one hand across the flat of her stomach and the other wrapped tightly in the silk scarf, I push up inside of her. She's so wet that it's like coming home, and I smile against the back of her neck as she clenches around me.
"I'm going to fuck your brains out, Lydia. Then we'll see if I let you live or not."