Adam was in no way new to the inner workings of a female’s body. Hell, he had slept with half of his coven and at kissed the other half at least once. There had never been a girl that had turned him down when he set his sights on them. Maybe that was why he was so cocky when it came to the opposite sex. When he was with a girl he knew how to make their mind spin, their breath stop, and their heart to fall. A soft kiss there, a rough push, a needy growl, and a few rolls of his hips and any woman became putty in his hands. But with Ciara… Oh with this women! The movements of his body were not just a predator playing with his prey, they came from a deep sort of need he had never felt before. Gods help him, he was the putty in her hands. With her lips on his, her fingers on his neck, her soft curves pressed again him he could not think, he could only act.

Adam’s hand tightened on Ciara’s hip when her lips began to respond to his own. The kiss went from a soft brush to a demanding need in the blink of an eye. Normally he would have played with her, make her beg for more but with her mouth willingly slanted against his own and her hunger as tangible as the night around him he could not help but take what he wanted. And he wanted her. An unexpected growl escaped from his throat when Ciara put her hands on the back of his neck to pull him closer. Her hunger in return to his own lit a part of him he could not even begin to describe. His hand slid from her hip to rest on her lower back in an attempt to hold her body as close to his own as he could while his other hand slid gently into her hair to support her neck. His tongue eagerly explored every inch of her mouth and even when he felt her pushing back against him he did not relent. 

His powers did not register the influx in Ciara’s power, or at least his brain did not comprehend what was happening around him. That was at least till Ciara started to pull away from his mouth. He was about to protest until she took his lip between her teeth and pulled a moan from deep in his chest. Adam let out a small chuckle at her statement of wonder before he pressed his mouth against her forehead in a soft caress. “Wow is one way to put it. Who taught you to kiss like that? I’ll kill them.” He said just as his eye started to open. 

With the heat of her mouth away from his own, the world slowly came back into focus. The lack of a world would be a better description. Adam turned his head in either direction trying to make sense of what he saw or didn’t see. Even when he shadow walked, the world did not look this… empty. His attention snapped back to Ciara as she pulled from his grasp claiming about how this wasn’t right. Adam couldn’t help but feel as if that was the most ‘right’ kiss he had ever received or given, but there was no way he was going to let her know that. Before he could stop them, all his shields slid back into place and the fire in his eyes died. [color=gray]“At least now you can die knowing how a kiss should feel. I pity the fool who is unlucky enough to get you for he will never be able live up to this experience. Now you will never be truly satisfied.”[/color] A smirk played on his lips as his mask finished settling down into place.

With a cool, calm, and collected attitude, Adam turned to one again survey the world around them. When Ciara took a step, the world around them seemed to blossom. Green grass replaced the cold grey concrete and a small clearing opened up around them. Slowly, he turned in a circle looking for the cause of this new world but no one else was there, only a green blanket of grass held together around the edges by an impenetrable barrier of darkness. His darkness he realized as he came to face Ciara again. [color=gray]“What is this? Do you have the power of illusions?”[/color] He asked with his brows furrowed.