Your perfect butler Sebastian, removing his gloves for the first time to explore your body.
His cold fingers, with their perfectly black nails and that contract mark on his hand, traced your skin, making you press your lips together to keep from gasping just knowing it was Sebastian.
He liked to take his time with you, but for the first time, he was considering giving in to a strange impulse growing in his chest. He didn't even know demons had impulses like that; in fact, there wasn't much of a mental debate between what he wanted to do and what he actually did. Usually, the barriers that prevented him from making the decisions he wanted were based on human standards.
“Sebastian…” His name on your lips sounded more like a plea. It was actually quite easy to guess what was going through your mind, simply because he could feel your heart racing every time he leaned in to press his lips to some part of your body.
His small fangs grazed the skin of your waist for a few seconds before tracing a path to the inside of your thigh; he wasn't exactly a vampire, but he could perfectly well pierce your skin if he wanted to. For a second, you thought he was going to give in and finally touch you, but you knew that wasn't going to happen the moment he pulled away again, making you exhale almost in despair. His eyes met yours for a few seconds. Although you weren't exactly naked, the fact that he hadn't removed anything but his jacket left you feeling slightly frustrated.
Seconds later you felt his lips on the valley between your breasts as he leaned towards you again, and you mentally begged him to move to one of your nipples, however you were almost certain that Sebastian could sense your desperation, so he had not fulfilled any of your thoughts in the last few minutes. That damn demon.
His lips pressed against your jaw as he ran his fingers down your neck. Finally, his fingers cupped your chin, forcing your gaze to meet his. You barely had time to process the way his eyes met yours, and that glimmer of something more flickered in them as he leaned in to press his lips to yours.
Sebastian's kisses were never sweet, much less gentle. He didn't need to breathe, so he always seemed to take his time devouring your lips. You felt his fangs graze your lower lip every few seconds, making the heat between you suddenly feel unbearable.