Chapter 16: Bounds

With her muscles tensed, Claire struggled to balance on the thin edge of desire for a moment, some warning signs flagging up in her head despite herself. Soon however, she got distracted by the familiar feel of fabric brushing over her skin and she realized that Sylar was undressing her with his telekinetic mind.

"Yes, I'd love you, with all I've got," he started before she could oppose.

"Show me how you love me..."

He smiled at her and met her lips in a tender kiss, wound his arms around her and lay her gently onto the floor. "I'll take care of you, little Claire." Keeping his gaze intense and locked with hers, his heart in his eyes, they explored the new feelings they had while his hands traveled over her desirable curves slowly, covering novel territory. The killer leaned over her, his body teasingly close to every part of her, but only his mouth neared her. He kissed under her chin first, then as he moved to her neck and breasts, his kisses slowly became intermingled with licks.

The grooves on his tongue traveled down her unexpectedly sensitive nipples. While her skin was immune to injury, they were not unsusceptible to the beguiling circles Sylar drew on it with his moist lick. The treatment made her feel coquettish, sexy and good, with waves of pleasure threatening to erupt and she didn't understand how the Arctic could feel so hot. No other thoughts seemed relevant in the breathlessness of the moment as teeth pulled hard on her nipples, his hands becoming unruly on her hips and thighs, claiming, rather than worshiping, not able to keep still till his fingers found her wetness and slipped through her opening to bend inside her.

His breath caught in his throat, Sylar took a rest to look at her, but without stopping to try to please her, find her individual pleasure spot. The way the ever present orange light coming from the low lying sun outlined her features, she struck him as absolutely beauteous.

Claire squeezed her legs together, welcoming the intruder. If she would've been able to vocalize at that point, her muteness caused by the sensation overload, she would have told him that he overshot the mark a little and that he didn't need to look for her g spot. The small electric currents his fingers emitted to stimulate her were just fine, thank you very much, whichever area of her snatch he used them upon. She did notice however, that his hand was shaking and that did not seem intentional. But as the movement only seemed to add to her pleasure, she could not whisper any more than, "more..."

The evidence of his arousal clearly pressed against her thighs and the feel of his steel shaft roused the need in her to have him inside her. Contrary to what she had been told, to wait and be served, she reached her arms out to tug his closer, grabbing his by now doubled erection to press onto her mounds. Once he was in reach, she wanted to keep him there, so she folded her arms around his back tightly and clutched his shoulders, her fingers scratching and burying themselvesdeep into his skin to hold him in place while she parted her thighs.

Not wanting to deny her of her wish any longer, Sylar entered her in one sure motion, then paused, savoring how she felt with her warm and inviting core closing around his cock. He was prisoner of her hot cunt and did not mind it one bit. She was bound to him, her eyes locked with the mirrors of his dark and beautiful soul. They were intensely glinting, hardly blinking, nor closing and as a result, for once, her body conveyed her to feel and she was alive, more than her immortality would ever make her.

Driving back the darkness to be able to become one with his Claire, Sylar listened to her racing heartbeat to find his rhythm using his special hearing. With his abilities, he could be so much better in bed than Gabriel would have ever dreamed of. Taming the arousal that had been eating at her for days, he thrust into her hard, as if he would have wanted to make up for all the lost time she had been shunning him.

Not having experienced anything like it before, Claire gave out an overwhelmed cry as she exploded at his arduous movements, legs shaking, the walls of her slit convulsing moistly around him. Losing rhythm, he pushed into her wildly, not really aware of when exactly did his hot seed fill her. He leaned on one hand, groaning and panting, exhausted by the effort, but still feeling as if he could not get enough of her. How was it you could still get so out of breath when immortal?

He buried his head into her neck, holding her without coming out of her in the most intimate way known, not wishing to end what felt like the present of a perfect union, at least for the moment. And it was this feeling that gave him the ultimate fulfillment. Being special or not, broken or not, it didn't seem to count, as they were one. It was so that it happened that engulfed in the simple bliss, he didn't pay attention to his surroundings, nor his abilities.

"I knew you could love me," Claire found her voice, "but I didn't know you were this good in bed," she kissed him appreciatively. Sylar laughed and teasingly bit into her earlobe. He wasn't going to tell her he had read up on the subject when he possessed the waitress' ability as Gabriel was rather hazy on the topic.

A mere few feet away from them in the living room, Noah Bennett dropped his gun, drawing attention on himself for the first time since he had stepped in a couple of minutes prior. He had had nightmares about what could have happened to his daughter if Sylar and Claire's disappearance from the hospital meant he had kidnapped her, and he even contemplated the possibility of his girl taking the law in her own hands while tracking them down. He had seen the killer post coital with Elle before, but this...but this was...the unthinkable!

Tbc