Nice to meet you.. maybe? (Closed)

Shaking his head at how fast she gave in - not that it was easy as Kain himself had to admit he was feeling a growing urge to drink Cinnia free of her blood - he leaned down even further inclining his head. Pecking the skin of her neck, he cackled, "Cinnia, how many boys have told you drinking blood is sexy?" he teased.

Cinnia absently tilted her head, feeling her breaths become heavier like her body was acting on its own accord. She laughed harshly and replied, "None. Boys don't talk to me, remember?" Not to mention the fact that she didn't make it open knowledge that she enjoy the sight, smell and apparently the taste of blood.

He approached further his lips nearly brushing against hers. His hand was tightly gripping the table which was the only thing that was stopping him from invading her mouth with his tongue at that moment. "I do..." he pointed out his free hand going to her chin, cupping it gently.

Cinnia’s hand moved so that it was hovering over the blood on the table, dripping down Kain’s arm, but never quite touching it. No, she knew better than to let herself go completely. But the warm breath on her lips as her eyes refocused on his, caused vision to slightly blur as she tried to focus on anything but the smell that surrounded her. She was ashamed to admit that she failed, and as though she had no control at all, her face moved forward the remaining few millimeters and she felt her inexperienced lips softly meet Kain’s.

When Cinnia inclined her head and he felt her lips meet his, a feeling of victory and achievement reached him, and Kain felt the need to laugh loudly at how easy getting what he wanted was. Roughly reciprocating the kiss his tongue invaded her mouth as he held her face with his hands, pushing her so she leaned back on the chair however never letting her lips go up until he broke the kiss so he could speak, "Let's go upstairs," he suggested forcibly, as the smell of blood still dominated his nostrils.

Cinnia was at a loss for what to do as Kain's tongue and lips invaded her own. Truth be told, she had never been kissed in such a way before. In fact, she had never been kissed past platonically at all. Carefully, she allowed herself to melt into the kiss, bringing her fingers to his cheek. When the boy spoke, Cinnia pulled back and looked over his face. Though inexperienced, she wasn't naive. She knew what 'going upstairs' meant, and despite the stirring in the pit of her stomach, Cinnia faltered. "I don't know if that's a good idea," she said, barely above a whisper.

His erection got the best of him when her words hit his ears, he could see she was unsure and wanted out but part of her definitely was wishing he took her. Cinnia at the moment seemed to be divided although she most likely didn't realize it. Kain knew how the mind of young girls like her worked, they wanted an insane bad boy like him but simply couldn't admit it. "But I do," he whispered into her lips as he leaned closer, closing the distance between them once again. "And so do you... the doubt in your tone betrays you," he pointed out, slowly lifting a hand and gripping one of her breasts over her clothing. At that point he didn't care if she screamed or squirmed he knew her weakness, he knew how to exploit it: she had no escape.

Cinnia didn't know how to respond to Kain's statement. Yes, she knew what her body was telling her, but that was the point. She didn't want to listen to that when her head was saying to return home before she couldn't help herself any more. She was sure that she could get up and leave until his hand came into contact with her chest. Instead of telling him to let her go like she knew she should, her face seemed to move closer on its own accord and she pressed her lips to his with more confidence this time. He was right.. again.

Grabbing her collar Kain's lips twisted into a dark grin and he couldn't avoid it, as he pulled Cinnia from her seat, offering her his arms so he could carry her to the room over the bar he licked his lips at the sight of the young girl wondering just what her juices tasted like. “I know what you need better than you do, dear Cinnia. And you need to lose yourself in the vast ocean that I am the master of - the sea of sin,” he purred darkly.

Cinnia allowed herself to be pulled from her seat and let out a breath. Fuck it, she thought as she stepped forward, into Kain's arms. At his words, ones that she was sure would usually disgust her, she growled quietly and with her senses still cloaked with the smell of his blood, she pushed from the ground and wrapped her legs around his waist. It was a manoeuvre that she usually would have used to snap a person's neck with her thighs, but it seemed to somewhat intensify whatever it was that her body was seeking. Surprising herself, she didn't even care that they were still in the public Leaky Cauldron as her teeth teased the hollow at the base of his neck.

"Finally... " he whispered his lips twisting into a dark grin as she climbed onto him. His arms wrapped around her waist, his hands firmly gripping her rear while he kissed her neck, slowly licking up to her earlobe, "Don't tempt me to fuck you right here," he warned with a seductive whisper, and began to move them towards the stairs. It had taken a while but Cinnia was finally in his hands and it lightened his mood, and surely, he would remain with that mood for weeks.