hes not going to admit it out loud, but sylar does enjoy the dramatic height difference. maybe one day he will joke about elle being small enough to fit inside his pocket. the killer certainly would love to take her everywhere. there is a small smile when their eyes meet, & oh he does love a challenge. spinning them around sylar walks toward the bed climbing quickly on pushing them both down. ❝ move over a bit kitten, daddy wants to see. ❞
ELLE BIT HER LIP. HARD. AND SHE LET out quite a lewd moan. She’d 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. “Take a peak,” she purred, rolling her hips playfully against his groin. “It’s all for you,” Elle whispered, leaning up to nibble on his ear.