hesΒ notΒ goingΒ toΒ admitΒ itΒ outΒ loud,Β butΒ sylarΒ doesΒ enjoyΒ theΒ dramaticΒ heightΒ difference.Β Β maybeΒ oneΒ dayΒ heΒ willΒ jokeΒ aboutΒ elleΒ beingΒ smallΒ enoughΒ toΒ fitΒ insideΒ hisΒ pocket.Β theΒ killerΒ certainlyΒ wouldΒ loveΒ toΒ takeΒ herΒ everywhere. thereΒ isΒ aΒ smallΒ smileΒ whenΒ theirΒ eyesΒ meet, Β &Β ohΒ heΒ doesΒ loveΒ aΒ challenge.Β spinningΒ themΒ aroundΒ sylarΒ walksΒ towardΒ theΒ bedΒ climbingΒ quicklyΒ onΒ pushingΒ themΒ bothΒ down. Β Β βΒ Β moveΒ overΒ a bitΒ kitten,Β daddyΒ wantsΒ toΒ see.Β β Β
ELLE BIT HER LIP. HARD. AND SHE LET out quite a lewd moan. Sheβd toyed with the idea of calling Sylar daddy. And damn, the man in question calling himself that riled the blonde up even more. Elle looked up at the man, innocent smile on her lips as she trailed a finger up and down his chest before booping his nose.Β βTake a peak,β she purred, rolling her hips playfully against his groin.Β βItβs all for you,β Elle whispered, leaning up to nibble on his ear.