They do give her their trust, them, the ones she locks eyes with, the ones who reveal all dirty little secrets to her. The siren takes care of these secrets confided in her, she never plays with them, no, she nests them, nurturs them. Is it why it's so easy to trip and fall into the depth of her eyes? Never she shared her secrets back. Sometimes it was out of fear, knowing her demons were too grand to be revealed - sometimes it was out of care, not wanting to let anyone fall in the same holes she did. "Do you trust me?" She asks, her fingers playing with the delicacy of the fold in between her fingers, the one she used when singing tonight. He steals the fold from her fingers, wrapping it around his own eyes. A smile graces her lips as he speaks. Yes. He trusts her. She guides him then, her barefoot steps silent on the floor as they find themselves in the bedroom. The door is closed behind her back and oh, she cannot get enough of the sight of him like this.
Ilana watches his every move, when he sits down for her, awaiting for more of her touch, awaiting for her demands. Her dress is white, flowy against her skin. Light, her leg is lifted, and her foot placed down his torso of his unbutton shirt. This body of his, broad, muscular is a treat to Ilana's eyes and hunger. Calum is just the way she likes her men : strong yet tender and one who would let her do anything she wants of them. Well, she would let him do anything he wants of her too, soon. "This sight of you, offering yourself fully to me, body and mind, is turning me on to the core. I will eat you alive if I don't control myself. But mmm I want to savour you, get under your skin, little by little, piece by piece." The tip of her foot is pressed lightly against his torso, giving it a push, for fun, admiring the view just a little more. Her leg delicately slides then, as she places her knee down the bed, the other as well, straddling him. Heat is rushing under her skin as she feels his hands snaking up, holding onto her hips, the silk of her long and white dress moving up, exposing the porcelain of her thighs. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, her nose pressed against his, her inner thighs down his crotch, he wants to feel him as she pushes her core against his bulb. "I feel like marking you tonight. With my skin, my nails, my teeth. My candles. That's where I want to take you. I want your skin to turn so sensitive, I can feel your bone. " Ilana speaks into his ear, her teeth catching his lobe. "If I disappear one day." She speaks, again. "Tell me your skin will never forget me."