Rather than let her coax him up to her lips, it would be him pulling her into his lap.  A hand moved to her waist, the other lifting to reach into her hair.  It would be best to show her that while they would be equals, one of them was the more powerful.  She needed him far more than he needed her.  The smile on his lips was devilish, his eyes lit with power and lust.  He'd try to pull her into his lap if she didn't resist overly much, but even still he'd give her the kiss she so desired.<br/><br/>His lips against hers let the energies dancing within him skirt over her lips, dance along her tongue as his tongue coaxed her mouth.  For a man as dark as he, the things of lust and passion were not forgotten.  The kiss was slow, a full tasting of her by him, teasing little nips and licks as he tried to get her into his lap where he wanted her.  Wanted to feel the sensation of her body against his completely, the coupling of her dark power with his own.