She felt herself growing angry that he wouldn't just conform to her needs. Her pupil seemed to bleed into her irises, causing them to turn deep and dark - nose pointed a little more, and nails slightly sharpened. But she was still lusting after him. She could not go home alone tonight. It was going to be somebody, and if it was Kit, things would at least be safe, right? Or was it just that he was there and readily available.
She brought her hand up, using a sharpened nail to guide his chin so he would look her in the eyes. Cecile remained silent, her eyes hooded as she seemed to stare into his soul; this was the first time in a very, very long time that she had done this. She didn't even do it to this extent to Aidan when they were together that one time. No, this was different. She slowed her breathing, allowing her chest to move fluidly up and down, lips slightly parted as she silently convinced him to match her breathing.
"It's not a random hook up, Kit." She said, almost whispering to hide the slightly higher pitch to her voice. "I need you. You need me. It's very simple. If you cared about me, you would trust that this is what I want. I want your hands on me, I want you to pull my hair, hold me, I want to feel you and have you to myself all night."