<div align="center">(http://i933.photobucket.com/albums/ad179/sprinkletinkle/14b35ec7-2444-4b66-bb4a-98fa5657ee85.jpg)<br/><strong>Svetalana Alexeyev</strong><br/>;; Rome<br/>;; Defense Against the Dark Arts Tower</div><br/>A subtle hiss excited her mouth as he yanked her head back by gripping her chestnut hair. She did not resist him unlocking her legs and stepping in between them. Her mouth fell open a little as he touched his lips to hers. They were soft and yielding and when he moved his lips along her cheek towards her ear to whisper those sadistic little secrets to her, she bent her head a little bit to the side. Svetlana heard his twisted words, a small half smile curling her lips up at the corners as she listened and felt his hot breath against her neck.<br/><br/>"I do not know fear Lord, you will have to teach it," she said softly, her eyes shutting. He may not have been showing an inclination for sex, but her legs wrapped around his waist, hooking together at the ankles of her boots. Her hands now rested on either side of her rear end, propping her against the desk.<br/><br/>"But if one were to fall so swiftly, it would raise alarm with the others and they might begin to suspect. There are far subtler ways of doing these things, my lord, if you would decide what it is you want to accomplish," she murmured and then flexed her legs, thrusting him against her roughly. She smiled and moved her head back to gaze at him placidly from just a few inches away. "Have you the patience, Lord?"