[ Perhaps in time neither will need such a thing to be a crutch. They have both been wounded in this life--and not just physically. Wounds that have never truly healed and left them scarred with an uncertainty of how to handle certain things. While the dominance of will is certainly one that is not only looked down upon, but also could be used for evil in different hands? Lantaa feels that neither of them would ever use it in such a way. That they would only use it if they must.

Before she feels she might answer him properly, his lips are on hers once again in a deep kiss. Lantaaa melts into the contact, pressing her breast against his hand and herself to him once more. If the knowledge of the wound on his back did not linger? She would direct him over her as she laid below. This position, however, seems to be what he desires.

She breaks the kiss after a moment much to the dismay of her own desire. Her lips remain close to his as her eyes look up to him, still holding onto the alluring and tempting gaze. ]

Then, Aymeric, touch me as you desire to. Have me do as you want and need. Take me not only as a knight would a lady, but as a vampire would his pair.

[ The hand over his at her breast begins to trail along his fingers to encourage him. Her other trails down his side to rest on his hip. Her fingers slide just slightly beneath the waist band to touch the skin there. ]

And tell me where you would have me. Here? [ She gently kisses his jaw and rocks her hips to his. ] Or beneath you?