Allure Of The Night-Novel

Music Recommendation: Salted Wound- Sia

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Eve clung to Vincent as he carried her towards her bed. She said,

"I need to change my clothes before we sleep."

"Who said anything about sleeping, my lovely wife?" Vincent raised one of his eyebrows at her, and her toes curled at his question. "Sleep is the last thing on my mind. Tonight I will make love to you until there's no room for any thoughts but me in your mind. To hear you scream and moan until your throat turns dry."

Vincent dropped her on the bed and her body slightly bounced.

Eve pushed her body backwards with the help of her heel and hands, watching Vincent unbutton his shirt, revealing his smooth and taut chest to her. There was a mischievous smile on his lips, and the look in his eyes appeared as if he was ready to create chaos in her body. The look on his face tickled her arousal.

"Let me show you how I will love you for the days that are to come until we turn to dust," Vincent remarked, and his hands clasped her ankles, pulling them towards him. There was something very dominating his action, and Eve felt her breath hitch in her throat.

The mischievous smile had started to dissolve on Vincent's face, bringing a predatory look. When he leaned forward, Eve raised her upper body with the help of her elbows and met him halfway for a fierce kiss filled with passion.

Their lips moved against each other, and Eve felt Vincent playfully tug on her lower lip. The tug wasn't painful, but it wasn't gentle either which was a sweet torture. She felt him lick the seam of her lips before he slipped into the sweet cavern of her mouth. One of his hand made weaved through the back of her soft golden-blonde hair.

Eve winced, when she felt one of Vincent's fangs nip her tender bottom lip. Within a heartbeat, he collected the drop of blood with his tongue.

With a heated gaze, Vincent licked his lips as if savouring her blood. With the cut being fresh, she felt him run his tongue across her bottom lip before sucking in the blood until it finally healed.

They didn't stop kissing until Eve turned breathless.

When he bit into her lip once again, Eve bit him right back and heard him wince. How do you like that Mr. Vincent, she laughed in her head and noticed his eyes glow as if had caught her being naughty. His hand gently tugged on her hair, revealing the pale skin on her neck that invited him to take a drink.

The tip of Vincent's nose grazed her warm skin as if breathing her sweet scent and he whispered, "You are all mine. Mine to love and hold." He said, "As sick and twisted as it is, I am thankful that you left Meadow. I was an idiot back then."

Eve looked at him and said, "But you came for me."

"I would have chased you beyond afterlife if it was needed," Vincent replied in a cunningness that Eve believed it to be true and possible.

Feeling Eve's pulse race, Vincent pressed his lips against her neck, giving her mouthful kisses. When he pulled away, he noticed her dishevelled look and slightly dilated eyes filled with her need for him. Her breath was heavy in anticipation. His hand let go of the nape of her neck and grazed the front of her dress,

"Such an offending fabric, obstructing my eyes," Vincent's hands came to settle on her waist. Before she knew it, he swiftly turned her body such that her front pressed the bed's surface.

"Let us discard it, shall we? I don't think you would be happy if it was torn," Vincent's voice had turned huskier and seductive in her ears.

Vincent's hands were quick in pulling the chiffon lace that was tied in a zig-zag fashion on her back. It took less than a minute before Eve felt cool air touch her skin. His hands moved to her shoulder, and as he pushed the fabric of the dress, she pushed herself backwards, feeling his fingers graze her arms and the rest of her hands.

Eve closed her eyes when Vincent's lips left whispers of his love on her skin. His kisses turned less gentle and rougher along with his hands as if she would disappear.

"Ah!" Eve moaned with her back facing Vincent when his hands reached her breasts and pinched one of the tips. As the pain faded, it was replaced by pleasure, and she felt his front press on her back.

"Did that hurt?" Vincent tugged on the tips while he peppered kisses on the crook of her neck.

"It did..." Eve replied in a heated voice before another moan escaped, louder than the previous one, "Ahh!" She felt him smile against her skin as he kissed.

This devil, Eve thought to herself as golden flecks started appearing in her blue eyes.

One of Vincent's hands palmed her left breast, while his other hand dipped along with the curve of her waist as his lips continued leaving kisses on her skin. Eve not so innocently, thrust her hips towards him, moving them in a circular motion that brought a grin spread on his lips.

Eve felt Vincent's hands hold her waist firmly to stop her from provoking him. Vincent hummed next to her ear, "My dangerous girl, what do you think you are doing?"

A playful smile appeared on her lips, and when she went to move her hips again against Vincent's front, she heard him hiss, "Responding to your love."

"Looks like a little discipline is in order," Vincent hummed, bringing his hand across one of her bottoms over the dress that had fallen to her waist. When Eve felt him pull his hand away, the hand swiftly came to smack her bottom cheek. His palm gently caressed her tender bottom before he pulled away to follow with another smack harder than the last one.

She gasped, blood rushing up to her face and wetness starting to pool between her legs.

Eve's heart didn't hold anxiousness; instead, there was fluttering excitement. Neither was she nor Vincent new to their nakedness, and they were adults. But it was her siren side that contributed to her sexual confidence, and it was as if she was compatible with Vincent.

Vincent coaxed her, "Come here, my love."

When Eve turned around, she met Vincent's heated gaze. Her cheeks burned in colour. He pulled down her dress to her knees which she stood on, and then laid down for him to pull it and throw it on the ground. He kissed the hem of her underwear, hooking his thumbs before tugging it down her legs and letting the undergarment join her dress.

Eve watched Vincent remove his clothes, while their eyes continued to stay on each other.

When her eyes moved to look down at him, his well endowed member was already hard and throbbing.

Like a predator, Vincent moved towards her before hovering above her. She raised both her hands, circling it around his neck as he descended his body, kissing her lips, while her fingers wove through the back of his silver hair.

Eve's hands roamed on Vincent's broad shoulders, and when her hand moved to his chest, she pulled away from the kiss and murmured, "I can feel your heartbeat."

Vincent smiled at the innocence of the woman who was under him. He placed his hand on hers, which rested on his chest and said, "This is how much you affect me, Eve. No one in this whole wide world has that ability to do it. Just you alone."

His words brought a smile to her lips. She replied, "And my heart beats only for you."

Vincent's lips left trails of kisses on Eve's body, starting from her neck to her chest and then downwards to her stomach before his face settled between her legs. He paid attention to every part of her, his hands fervently roaming on her skin leaving no part untouched as he lit fire on her skin.

Not a moment later, Vincent's mouth covered her wet sex, and at the same time a moan escaped from her lips. He sucked and licked, kissed and sucked again, while his tongue probed into her aching core that was being teased by his lips and tongue. Eve's toes tingled and her back pressed against the surface of the bed.

Just when Eve's body began to tremble and little cries of moans turned louder, he pulled his face away from her and her eye widened at the teasing expression on his face.

Vincent sat up with his knees pressing the bed and sitting on his heels. But it wasn't just Eve, who was turning anxious, as his own emotions were spiralling and he wanted to have her. He licked his lips, when he let his manhood rub against her entrance and watched Eve's eyes roll back.

Eve's lips parted with a silent plea of the arousing feeling Vincent produced in her.

Vincent remarked to her with a wicked smile, "There's no one on this side of the mansion tonight, so feel free to voice your desire, my love."

As Vincent's words sank in Eve's mind, he then thrusted his hips forward for him to enter her and Eve cried out in pleasure.

"Let me hear more of that sweet voice of yours," Vincent's eyes darkened, hearing to Eve moan and cry with every thrust of his hips.