Steve.
That one word seemed the only answer she was expected to receive to all her questions about him. Steve. As if it was the only name in his possession. But she knew better, of course. Everyone had a last name. Some might not wish to own to it, and perhaps he was one of these, but the name was there just the same.
Still... she didn't push him on it, because Steve...
She wasn't one hundred percent sure what it was about him that so fascinated her; that drew her in. Perhaps it was the confidence that surrounded him, that almost cocky arrogance that was always such a turn on. Perhaps it was the leather jacket over the plain blue t-shirt, the dark, scruffy jeans finishing up his whole bad boy look.
Or perhaps it was those stunning, violet eyes.
He was looking at her like she was some kind of alien, as if he couldn't quite figure out what to do with her. She supposed it wasn't an altogether flattering expression and wouldn't be her first choice, but given that he was standing so very close to her, and that it seemed incredibly likely that he was about to kiss her, she didn't give it much thought.
The first touch of his mouth on her neck sent her breath sharply from her lungs, and she lifted her chin to grant him greater access. It seemed he appreciated the gesture, for he placed kiss after open-mouthed kiss up the column of her neck, settling finally over the quickly rising pulse in her throat, and she shuddered at the sensation of his teeth scraping – and none too gently – across her skin.
She recoiled automatically from him, a sort of instinctual reaction to that sense of danger come from the sensation of his teeth so dangerously close to her lifeblood, but he caught her face between his hands, moving so quickly...
She dismissed the thought from her mind before it could take root, and focussed instead on the way that mouth explored the line of her jaw with lips, teeth and tongue.
Again with the teeth.
She tried to ignore it, tried not to notice the way her body reacted to the sensation of his teeth on her skin; instead she focussed on the way that tongue followed, soothing her skin, or the way his thumb was brushing across her lower lip, his nail catching...
She hissed in pain but he didn't let her pull away, instead leaning in, catching her mouth with his own in a fiercely passionate kiss that made her blood rush frantically through her veins to pound in her head. She heard nothing but the frantic pumping of her heart in her ears as his teeth caught her lower lip, sucking it into his mouth.
She felt faint, dizzy; her head spinning and her hands clutched at the lapels of his leather jacket as she swayed on her feet.
He pulled away then, those eyes watching her with some kind of surprise. No... shock, alarm, confusion. Something was wrong. He seemed hesitant, unsure.
The last thing she saw, before blackness enfolded her in it's cool but welcoming arms were those eyes.
Those beautiful, violet eyes.