Allure Of The Night

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On hearing her own words fall on her ears, Eve couldn't help but blush, wondering if she was being too forward. She parted her lips to speak, but Vincent beat her to it by saying,

"You don't have to be ashamed when it comes to expressing your feelings. Not with me at least. It is okay to cast aside the doubts about yourself with me."

Vincent used both his hands to cup her face before kissing her lips. The kiss was quick, but enough to want more. He pulled away and stared into her blue eyes. Whispering above her lips,

"Be who you want and how you want to me, and I will love you that same."

Eve felt Vincent's red eyes pierce into her eyes as if wanting to see her bare soul until there was nothing she could hide from him.

Eve held a slight stunned look in her eyes as Vincent answered to something she hadn't asked him. She wondered if this is what people meant when they spoke about soulmates. Where two people were in sync.

"Thank you," she murmured, appreciating the person Vincent was. She moved her hands upwards from below his chest, and removed the coat that he wore.

Vincent was more than happy to comply with Eve's quiet requests, and he enjoyed seeing the caterpillar become a mesmerising butterfly. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable in his company, to be the one she would rely upon.

What Vincent didn't know was that the way he felt, Eve had started to feel similarly. The need to be close to him stemmed because of the uncomfortable anxiousness that she had felt this evening at the soiree. This pureblooded vampire was hers, and she wanted him tonight.

Eve's hands reached for the buttons on Vincent's shirt, where two were already unbuttoned, letting people view his taut and smooth chest. Even though she was the one undressing him now, she could still sense the power he held against her. It was because he looked at her with a relaxed expression, but his eyes were nothing less than burning coal, where she had started to catch fire from him.

Once Vincent's shirt fell on the floor, Vincent said with a lopsided smile, "My turn."

He pulled her by her waist, letting herself get lost in his eyes. Suddenly without any warning, he turned her around and had both her palms rest flat on his desk, while arching forward with her.

The quick movement had Eve's heart tremble in pleasure and her breathing quickened.

Vincent sunk his nose in Eve's lush hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back. He took a deep breath and then whispered, "You seem to have been using the book about the scents of flowers. White orchids."

Eve felt his warm breath fall on the side of her neck, and every word that left his sinful lips came out slightly deeper than usual. As if something dark and haunting was coming forward, taking over his senses.

"Do you like it?" Eve asked, feeling his hands on top of hers.

Eve had used white orchids in her hair because she had noticed the flowers in the vase in his room. And it was these small details that she picked that made the pureblooded vampire treasure her that much more.

"Very much. There's a shop in Hallow Valley that sells scented liquids for baths. We should definitely go there," the tip of Vincent's nose gently grazed up her neck and raised the pace of her heartbeats.

Vincent made her feel desirable as if everything else in front of her stood pale. He didn't need to touch her intimate parts to draw out those emotions from her, as just the look in his eyes and words were enough to stir her. He asked her, "Is there any scent that you are particularly fond of?"

Eve couldn't keep her mind still, not when Vincent's body was pressed against her and she felt his manhood pressing against her bottom. At the same time, his hands let go of hers. One of his hands came to settle on her stomach, while the other came to the back to pull the laces of the fabric that contained her breasts.

"Raise your hands, darling," Vincent instructed, and Eve raised her hand above the surface of the desk. He used both his hands to push the fabric downwards before it joined with the other clothes that had been discarded. "Is it cold?" He asked her, with a voice an octave lower than usual. She heard a little shuffle of clothes, which came from him removing his trousers and she turned around to see him stand in front of her with nothing but his undergarments like her.

"The weather? It is a little--a little cold."

"I will warm you right away. But before that," Vincent's eyes glowered, "There's something I have been wanting to do for a while now." His fangs appeared in full view, and he brushed her hair away from her shoulder, which hindered his view of her slender neck. He warned her, "This might hurt a little," and his mouth opened wide before he bit into the crook of her neck.

When Eve felt Vincent's fangs sink into her skin, he wasn't joking when he said it was going to hurt. Her fingernails dug into his forearms, feeling the pain in her soul as if it was for the first time being touched.

Snowflakes started falling from the sky, dropping the temperature in the towns.

"AHH!" Eve bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming, while Vincent's arms wrapped around her body.

When Vincent was done biting her, she felt her shoulders relax, and her body sway to be supported by his arms. She asked him, "What was that?" It didn't feel like he was feeding on her blood because of the severe pain.

Vincent released her from his embrace, and he caught hold of her hand, "Many years ago, I stumbled across a set of scrolls that spoke about vampires binding their partners. It works only if the person mirrors the same feelings as you. It is a way of marking the partner of the vampire kind."

He turned her hand so that her wrist faced the room's ceiling, and Eve's eyes fell on the inked design. It had two intricate black wings and a stylish 'V' at the centre of it.

"You have a piece of my soul embedded in you. You are mine now. Flesh, blood and soul," Vincent remarked, licking his lips. Eve felt butterflies soar in her stomach before a smile spread on her lips.

"I love it," she said with awe in her eyes. "I thought only werewolves were able to leave imprints on their partners. I didn't know vampires were able to do it."

Vincent nodded, running his thumb across the markings of wings that indicated his characteristic feature, "Most of the vampire's ways has been lost many years ago. Which is why it isn't practised anymore." Raising his gaze up at her, he said, "It is time to hold my end of word."