I had told her it was alright, that I didn't need a place to stay the night, but she had rolled her eyes and tugged me further into the small apartment. "Need and want are two different things," she told me, her voice low and seductive. "You may not need to stay, but I want you to."

I raised an eyebrow at her boldness. She was a lot more forward than I had expected. "What if I don't want to," I teased.

"I have a feeling you're more than capable of leaving if you so choose."

"Mmm..." I stared at her a moment, at her long, glowing hair, the dark look in her eyes, the--

Oh God, she's biting her lip...

I swallowed, still attempting to keep my cool.

She's so hot... I guess it wouldn't hurt to spend a night with a pretty girl...

"I'm not hearing a no," she said, pushing me through a doorless door frame and into a bedroom.

I smiled, letting her push me down onto the creaking mattress. "Well, I never gave you a yes either."

She sighed, pulling away a little. "I may be a bitch, but I would prefer some consent."

"Well," I mumbled, still teasing her, "I never gave you consent to be on top of me." I moved to prop myself up on my elbows. My hands gripped onto her jacket, pulling it off her shoulders. "But I may consent," I pushed on her shoulders and switched our position, smiling a little at her yelp of surprise, "if I get to top."

She opened her mouth to speak, but I took the opportunity to kiss her, my lips effectively stopping whatever retort she had planned. Her lips were chapped, close to bleeding, but then again so were mine.

Her hands threaded through my hair, pulling on it idly. I smiled against her lips as her fingers massaged my scalp; I hadn't expected her to be gentle.

I, for one, wasn't planning on playing nice.

I pulled away, biting at her bottom lip and watching with amusement as her eyes flickered open. Her tongue came out to wipe the little bit of blood off her mouth, and I couldn't keep from staring.

God, she's just so--

"You're beautiful," I whispered, surprising myself a little. I didn't tend to compliment people.

She just smiled and pulled me back down, forcing her tongue into my mouth and kissing me until we had to pull away to catch our breath. I sat up, still straddling her hips, and pulled off my jacket for absolutely no other reason than I was much to hot to wear it.

"You aren't so bad yourself," she said finally. Her hands slipped under my shirt, pushing further and further up until I took the hint and yanked it over my head, throwing it on the floor.

She whistled, and I chuckled nervously, feeling heat creep up my neck. "That's quite the definition you've got there," she mumbled, her fingers tracing the muscles on my stomach. "How often do you work out?"

I snorted at the question. "Does running from the cops count?"

She shook her head, a grin on her lips. "Looks like I got myself tangled up with a trouble maker."

I wrapped my arms around her, throwing her further onto the bed and crawling back on top of her. "We aren't quite tangled yet if you'd like to go back on your offer."

She ignored me, suddenly grabbing my arm and pulling it into the little stream of light from the open door. "Is that a pentagram?" She asked, her voice no longer low or seductive.

"Uh, yeah." I blinked a few times, caught off guard by her sudden change in topic.

"Aren't those really overused? Please don't tell me you got that just to be cool."

I smirked, regaining my composure. "No, I'm already cool. I got it to keep my inner demon in line. Works pretty well most of the time."

And once again, when she opened her mouth to speak, I covered it with my own. She groaned a little, knowing I silenced her on purpose, but melted into me all the same. Her hands roamed my bare skin, slipping under my bra and back out again, tormenting me. I figured it was only fair I do the same.

She whined when I pulled away, but her gaze changed as I took off her shirt and reached around to unclasp her bra. She layed there, smirking at me, completely unbothered by the fact that she was topless beneath me. She had such confidence, and God was it well deserved.

It took a minute for me to stop staring, but the urge to mar her perfectly white skin was much too strong for me to ignore. My lips found her neck while I dragged my fingernails along her sides, leaving little red lines on her body.

She hissed at the pain but said nothing. I took it as encouragement and bit at her neck, sucking on her pulse point until I knew she would wake up with a nasty bruise. I could feel her heart pounding and hear every little gasp. It was intoxicating.

I worked my way down, leaving teeth marks and bruises all over her upper body. She moaned while I played with her, my mouth never quite going where she wanted despite her insistent tugging on my hair. I stopped and looked up when I reached the waistband of her jeans, leaving one last kiss on her skin before sitting up.

I couldn't help but admire my work. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes half lidded, her breathing heavy, and I could already see the marks I made beginning to darken.

I toyed with the button of her jeans. "May I?"

She nodded breathlessly. "Please."