Allure Of The Night-Novel

Vincent’s fingertips had only brushed the curve of one of her breasts, but it was enough to stir something so deep in Eve’s chest that it started to spread through her body before coming to settle between her legs.

His eyes moved up to meet her blue ones, which now held a look of anxiousness and a hint of vulnerability in them. And the more those emotions came forth, the more it provoked him to unwrap more of her emotions as he wanted to see them all. Only for him to see.

“You knew something like this would happen, didn’t you, my Eve?” Vincent questioned her with a heated gaze. “Or are you perhaps testing my control and patience, but you know I have none of those.”

Eve’s mouth and throat had turned dry to respond to him with words. Her chest softly heaved, breathing in and out, and because his fingers stayed close to her bosom, every intake of breath brushed the curve of her soft mound.

“I wanted to give you my blood,” Eve replied, but Vincent’s eyes darkened while a slight smile was on his lips.

“And here I thought I was the sly one out of us two unless you are the sheep who was tricked by the wolf,” Vincent’s hand came to place on the side of her body while his thumb settled right below her breast. “If blood is what you want to offer me, it is what I shall take,” he whispered to her.

He lowered his head, and soon Eve felt him sink his fangs into the swell of her breast.

The flesh was as tender as when Vincent had sunk his fangs into the inner thigh to drink her blood. A soft hiss escaped from Eve’s lips when she felt the sting. One of her hands held the edge of the bathtub while the other came to settle on his shoulder.

As gentle as Vincent was with his words and the way he had held her until now, his fangs and mouth were far from it. He sucked the upper side of the swell of her breast, drawing blood into his mouth, and at the same time Eve’s fingernails gripped and dug into his shoulder, spurring the pureblooded vampire not to let go but drink more from her without letting a drop go to waste.

While Vincent’s mouth moved against her tender and delicate skin, Eve’s body started to turn hot.

Vincent pulled his fangs away from her tender skin, and at the same time, he licked on the spot where he had bit, running his coarse tongue. An uncontrollable shiver ran down Eve’s body. Not done tasting and drinking her blood that was only turning more tempting on his taste buds, once again he bit into the top of her swell, this harsher than the previous one.

Eve’s nails were leaving an evident mark on his shoulder which Vincent didn’t mind.

It wasn’t his bite that elicited reactions from Eve, but his mouth sucked on her skin, arousing her emotions and feelings of neediness, leaving her gasping for air. The continuous sucking and releasing of her skin ran a current down to the tips of her toes, but those weren’t the only tips that demanded his attention.

But Vincent didn’t touch her where she wanted, and he continued to taunt her.

Before Eve’s blood, Vincent had tasted enough blood from others, but the woman in his arms created a hurricane in his mind that didn’t settle. Thinking about her was enough to raise and stir his senses into a high that he couldn’t come down from.

A whimper escaped from Eve’s lips when Vincent sucked harder, and the room filled itself with her laboured breathing.

In the beginning, it was only her blood that had intoxicated him. But now, it was the whole of her and Vincent didn’t mind drowning himself in her. For another person, it would be hard to understand how he felt right now with Eve. He pulled her impossibly close to him, wanting to eat her until there was nothing left of her, so that it was just him to know that she breathed and existed. It was a poison that the two of them had willingly drunk, taking it little by little until they saw no one but each other.

Grabbing control of his thirst, Vincent retracted his fangs and this time when he ran his tongue across her skin where he had bitten her, he didn’t stop there. Instead, his tongue languidly travelled from the swell of her breast up to her collar and then the column of her neck.

Eve’s heart hitched, breathless, as she stared at Vincent’s eyes, which had an entranced expression. Their parted lips, as if attracted like magnets, before their lips touched, ready to combust in each other’s arms.

Unlike yesterday at the Lowe’s residence, there was no one to disturb them and they had all the time in the world, and they continued to kiss.

Vincent’s emotions were set ablaze, while he let Eve catch fire along with him. His lips moved against hers, wanting to devour her and leaned forward. Eve moved back until the two of them were submerged in the water in the water tub, and water splashed outside the bathtub.

Eve knew not every relationship between two people was like hers and Vincent’s.

A vampire and a mermaid.

When they pulled away from the kiss, Vincent stared into her slightly blue and gold eyes. He asked with passion, “You okay?” Eve only nodded as she wasn’t able to form any words. “I remembered something I need to speak with Briggs about. I will be back soon.”

“Okay,” Eve whispered.

Though they had gotten into the bathtub to take a bath, it was only Eve who actually took a bath as Vincent stepped out of it earlier than her, letting her take her time.  While Eve took minutes to compose her erratic nerves that felt like a bolt of lightning had hit her, Vincent had finished drying himself and slipping into a pair of dry trousers. He stepped out of the room to talk to his coachman, while locking the door behind him.

When Vincent returned to the room, unlocking the door, he noticed Eve’s head on the pillow with her hair spread like the sun’s rays. She was fast asleep, breathing softly through her lips, and he stared at her guardless, innocent, serene face.

He pulled the blanket and tucked her in it, making sure she wouldn’t feel cold.