Allure Of The Night

Saying those words, Vincent swiftly bent and swept Eve off the ground and into his arms. She put her hands around his neck as he carried her towards his bed, which had four posters and each of them had translucent white curtains tied.

Vincent placed Eve at the centre of the bed. He followed her by climbing on the bed and hovering above her. Her golden hair spread around her head, while the look on her face held a sultry expression, yet there was innocence in her eyes.

Vincent lowered his body, while making sure not to crush Eve under him. He used his elbows to support the upper half of his body and kissed her cheeks. Her nose. Her chin before kissing her lips.

As they kissed, their tongues rubbed against each other playfully, as if trying to win dominance which she happily gave in after a few seconds. She smiled into the kiss that they shared.

"You have turned into a little vixen, haven't you?" Vincent teased her.

Eve couldn't stop smiling and she asked, "Am I?"

"Mhm," Vincent nodded, a mischievous smile spread on his lips, and he said, "My very own vixen."

"Ah!" Eve softly yelped when Vincent almost bit the tip of her nose, and she laughed. But when she noticed the serious expression settle on Vincent's eyes, the smile on her lips faltered.

Vincent caressed her cheek with the back of his fingers, "Do you know how fortunate I consider myself to be, to have your attention all for myself?"

"I should be the one who should say that... You had my attention since our first meeting on the rainy evening," Eve raised her head and pecked Vincent's lips.

One corner of his lips pulled, and he remarked, "I don't think it was for good reasons."

Eve shook her head, a small chuckle escaped from her lips and she said, "You let me fall flat on the wet ground. What did you expect me to think about you? My poor bottom." She hadn't forgotten the pain that she felt that day.

"As the charming silver-haired vampire who was slithering under your skin, which I am sure I was successful with," Vincent didn't forget that evening when fate had let them meet once again after many years, as if giving him a chance to reconnect with her. His hand left her cheek and moved to one of her bottoms, and he said, "Forgive me for being rude, and to make up to it, I will make sure to pay extra attention to it tonight."

In the beginning, Eve couldn't help but glare at Vincent when they didn't know each other. But now that she did, she was glad he didn't pay her attention like other men did no matter how she appeared to him. The pureblooded vampire treated everyone with a grain of dust, and his attention was only for people he held dear to him.

Vincent ran his hand on the curve of one of her bottoms, watching her turn aroused and as bold as she had been with her request, she gulped the little bundle of nervousness she felt in her throat.

"So far so good?" Vincent asked her, wanting to make sure she was still with him.

Eve gave him a nod, "More than good." She added, "I am not a glass piece, Vince... you don't have to hold back."

Vincent had the opportunity to dive in and take Eve on the bed. But he wanted to cherish and love her tonight. To let her have a taste that she had been pawing on, and something she would remember.

He stared at Eve for a moment before saying, "Wish you never said that." Before the last word could sink into her mind, he squeezed her bottom, making her gasp as she hadn't expected it. When he squeezed it a little harder this time, a lightning bolt passed through her body to pool itself between her legs. "Need to make sure to massage your bottom well after that fall you had."

He palmed her bottom with the same firmness, feeling its softness, and she wondered if she had released the beast, who now held a wicked look in his eyes.

Releasing her bottom, his hands traced the sides of her legs, moving them downwards until he reached her ankles. He picked one of her ankles and left a series of kisses, moving up while skipping the place where she wanted to be touched the most.

Vincent kissed the hem of her undergarment, blowing air to see her stomach dip.

And all that time, Eve turned aroused by his gentle caresses, haunting gaze and whispers that evoked emotions to the height she believed they couldn't reach.

Sighs escaped from Eve's lips when Vincent's lips grazed her skin, warming it and leaving colour on it. Moving above her, he noticed her panting. His hand came to firmly curl around her neck, a possessive and dominant action that had her arousal waft in the air that he could smell.

"You smell delicious, Eve," Vincent looked slightly dazed as if watching his lover being pleasured and aroused was having the same effect on him. Within the next second, his lips descended on hers.

When Eve felt Vincent take her upper lip between his teeth, she kissed him back. The kiss this time was slow and deep. She didn't know if it was her desire to please him the way he was pleasing her or if it was her siren side that was sexually activated and was trying to take reigns. But that didn't matter because she wanted to use her actions tonight to let him know how much she loved him.

As Vincent's tongue ran through the seam of Eve's lips, she parted her lips for him. His hand around her neck didn't leave, and they playfully kissed each other as if stealing little kisses from each other before a smile appeared on her lips.

Vincent watched the smile on Eve's lips, and it brought some sort of solace to his soul. He said, "Your smiles and tears are all mine. As selfish and twisted it is, it is wilful of me to want to be the only one to see you smile, and the only one to make you cry."

Eve blinked before asking with a frown, "Why do you want to make me cry?"

A crooked smile appeared on Vincent's lips, "It will be something you will enjoy with me. The only tears I will wait to see is when I love you in my arms, my love. I won't make you cry out of it, which will hurt your mind, my love."

He pressed his lips on the corner of her lips and then her jaw and trailed his lips down her neck. The kisses were sweet and blissful, filled with love and care.

Eve soaked in the feeling of being loved by Vincent and noticed how he didn't break away from her gaze. Her lips parted, another sigh escaping when his hand touched the underside of one of her breasts. Another gasp escaped from her lips when he brushed the tip of it with his thumb. Not a moment later, the tip of her breast hardened under his touch and gaze.

When Vincent covered the tip of her breast with his mouth, Eve took a sharp breath. He sucked on it, until he heard her wince, but her toes curled.

"Gentler?" Vincent asked her with a heated gaze.

"Yes..." Eve panted with heat continuing to pool between her legs.

Holding her breast from the side, Vincent drew her breast into his mouth. He sucked on the tip once again, but this time, he nipped it enough for her to gasp. Eve, who had for a moment closed her eyes, opened it to meet his eyes.

Eve's heart shuddered when she caught Vincent's tongue peeking out of his mouth. He gave a languid lick on the tip nipple as if to soothe it and in wickedness asked,

"More?"