Allure Of The Night

Eve knew the dangers of associating with a vampire, and here she was dealing with a pureblooded vampire who had already tasted her blood. But she had never come across someone like him. But neither had Vincent.

There was something very sinister with the way he didn't look away from her while he lifted her foot, removing the shoe that fell with a soft clatter.

Vincent said, "Did you know that a person's blood tastes different in different places of the body? Some sweeter than the other spots."

"The neck?" Eve asked, gripping the edge of the desk with her hands while goosebumps formed all over her skin.

"Second," Vincent hummed in response. Eve was curious but at the same time, dreaded to ask what was the first place that tasted better. A small cunning smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "Pick one, view or without a view."

"What is it?" Eve wondered if he was planning to drink her in the gallery of the room, but then he would have led her there, right? She wondered if this was some sort of trick question.

"I am being generous enough to give you an option. Answer it," Vincent's grip on her ankle tightened, and Eve felt her heart hitch. Generous would be letting her know what he was talking about. Turning impatient, the smile vanished and he offered, "I can pick one for you."

Eve blurted, "View."

She caught sight of Vincent's fangs with a pleased expression on his face. He said,

"Don't forget you picked it." That was because you didn't tell what it was about! Eve exclaimed in her mind.

Vincent gauged Eve's reaction while he released her ankle, but not completely as he grazed her skin with the back of his fingers. While the pureblooded vampire was enjoying torturing his prey, on the other hand, Eve wondered if he was trying to seduce her by looking at her the way he did now, with his undivided attention.

Eve couldn't deny that Vincent was an extremely good-looking man, and he knew it. Confidence exuded from him. She uttered,

"If you are going to drink, you might as well bite quickly and be done with it."

Vincent chuckled, "How would that be fair to me now? You can't hurry me, when I need to enjoy my meal."

"Do you drink blood like this from others too?"

"No, but you are special," he hummed.

He was playing with her! It reminded her of when she had taken her own time to eat a cake by finishing the cream first and then taking little bites from the sides so that it could last. Oh, dear, God!

When Vincent dropped his hand from her calf muscles, Eve let out a sigh. She knew he was playi—

"Hold it."

Her shoe? Eve blinked at Vincent before her eyes fell on his hands, that had bunched her dress from the hem on one side until her thigh. His gaze was demanding, and her throat went dry.

"You were the one to pick it."

"…." Eve didn't know if she should feel lucky or unlucky for picking something she could see or curse her luck for ending up as a pureblooded vampire's meal.

"Eve," she heard her name roll out of Vincent's lips with a slight rasp. The look in his eyes was intimidating, yet there was something fascinating about the darkness in there. It was clear that he would do it for her if she didn't hold. Reluctantly, she held the fabric, exposing her leg but enough to cover her underwear.

What they were doing… it was way past to be called scandalous.

Vincent broke his gaze from her, and his eyes fell on the white stockings on Eve's leg that rode up past her knee. This time it was Eve who couldn't keep her eyes off him, knowing where he wanted to bite her. She quickly started preparing her mind, not knowing how painful the bite would be.

Once again Vincent grasped her ankle and lifted it to place it on his thigh, which was raised while his other leg's knee touched the floor. She continued to grip one hand on the edge of the desk to keep herself from falling.

Vincent's face moved closer to Eve's exposed thigh. His breath fell across her skin that raised the temperature in the room. When his eyes snapped back to look at her, she quickly looked away from him, her cheeks burning bright red.

The next moment, Vincent sunk his fangs into the tender skin on the inside of her thigh and felt the sweet blood seep into his mouth, and a whimper escaped from Eve's lips. It tasted far more euphoric than he had tasted from her earlier.

He was quickly becoming addicted to Eve, and unbeknownst to him, he had started to covet her. In an attempt to drink more, he sucked on her thigh, which only flipped Eve's mind upside down.

Having never experienced any male's touch, Eve's thoughts started to scatter and spiral while being very aware of Vincent's mouth on her skin. She had read books, but nothing could compete with what was happening between them in this room.

Vincent didn't stop sucking her blood and did it slowly, just like he had told her. To enjoy every second of it.

In the world that they lived in, a vampire biting and drinking blood wasn't a big deal. But the place where the demanding vampire was drinking her blood wasn't something that could be easily explained.

He wanted her blood, and she gave it to him.

But only if things were that simple.

Vincent's fierce eyes opened, meeting Eve's eyes that looked slightly in daze, while he continued to drink from her. Blood rushed up her neck and her face. She started to feel hot and bit the inside of her cheek so that her knees wouldn't give away. She could see why he was popular with women. His movements were seductive. From the touch of his fingers to his lips and how he looked, demanding the other person's attention.

Eve clutched the fabric of her gown and the desk, feeling her body shudder. He then pulled his fangs away from her skin,

"Does it hurt?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

"No," Eve whispered while wondering if she said yes, he would have stopped.

Vincent appeared to be in his rawest state. The man had his rough edges, but there were moments where Eve had glimpsed his twisted kindness.

His mouth widened before he took another bite on a new place on her thigh.

He was nowhere gentle when biting and taking what he wanted. He could hear her heart racing slightly louder than usual, and it was good to see that he could ruffle the calm and poised woman.

Amid Vincent feeding on Eve, she heard the voices of people outside the room. Someone tried to open the door. Turning slightly alarmed at the possibility of being found in this position, she looked at the door. But at the same time, he bit further into her skin, and she hissed.

"What was that for?!" Eve whispered with her eyes wide.

Vincent pulled his mouth away from her and responded, "I couldn't resist." He licked his lips and fangs.

He was drinking her blood… What was there to resist? Eve blinked at him.

Vincent lowered his head and ran his coarse tongue across the bite, which made Eve shudder. When he raised his head and looked at her, she caught sight of the devious smile on his lips.