Allure Of The Night

When she got near Vincent, she placed her hand in his hands, wondering where time would take them. She knew she was his prey, his blood source, but that didn’t stop her heart from beating more for him. She could handle him biting her wrist for just a few seconds, and when the rain would stop, he would leave.

The thought of him leaving had her purse on her lips.

Without warning, Vincent pulled Eve by her hand such that she stumbled, and her bottom settled on his lap. Her face turned red in the position she sat. She was about to get up, but Vincent held her down with his hands.

“I hope you have a good explanation of why you need me to sit on your lap,” Eve stated, staring right into his eyes.

Vincent’s hand adjusted around her waist and said, “I flew for quite some distance and have been standing all this time. Surely you don’t expect me to stand when I am tired.”

“Okay,” Eve decided not to argue with him. She brought her hand forward and in front of his face. “All yours to drink.”

As Vincent stared at the mermaid, who looked like a fish who wanted to get back inside the water and be done with him, he was far from ready to comply with her wish. A sly smile appeared on his lips, which was mixed with irritation.

It wasn’t his first time drinking blood from someone, especially a mermaid. But he had never treated her like the other woman from whom he drank in the past and gave her a choice, unlike others. He wondered if it was because of her incomparable blood or because of who she was.

Vincent said, “Don’t mistake yourself thinking I agreed with you, and everything will go according to how you want.” He pushed her hand away and brought it down.

Thanks to the thunderous sounds from the sky, it helped Eve to conceal her uneven heartbeat that she couldn’t hide anymore. Her feelings were slipping, and her mind colluded with the man she had affection for leaning toward her.

Vincent pushed Eve’s hair away from her shoulders, and his fingers brushed against her neck as he did it. Goosebumps rose on her skin, and it didn’t help that the night was cold. His other hand curled around the other side of the neck, his thumb tracing her jaw before gently pushing her chin to the side, so he could access her neck.

Eve felt anticipation build in the pit of her stomach. When his breath fell on her exposed neck, it made her want to adjust the way she was sitting. As if feeling something stirring in her stomach and seeping lower, between her legs.

“So obedient,” Vincent whispered with a hint of need.

Vincent was hungry for Eve’s blood, and the questions that had arisen in his mind about her while trying to keep on looking for the girl he had been searching for until now made him grit his teeth. Without waiting for a second more, he bit right into her neck.

Eve clutched his bare shoulders, which was just as taut as she had expected it to feel.

Somewhere embarrassed for holding onto his bare shoulders, Eve released her hands to only end up gripping it tighter when she felt Vincent’s fangs sinking deeper into her neck. Feeling his lips sucking on her neck as he sucked the blood into his mouth. A series of feelings burst in her chest and stomach, her toes drawing backwards as they curled.

Eve didn’t realise that the harder her hands gripped Vincent’s shoulders, the harder he bit her, creating a cycle where none of them let go. He let her body lean backwards while he followed her. This time Eve held him so that she wouldn’t lose balance. His hand was firm on her waist as he continued to drink from her. Her hand slid down from his shoulders to his arms.

As if to savour the taste, Vincent pulled away from her neck and ran his coarse tongue across her skin to feel her shiver in his arms. He said,

“Everytime I taste you, I think it cannot get better than the last time. But it always proves to be wrong,” Vincent whispered on the hollow of her neck and pulled back to look at her.

Eve, who had closed her eyes while feeling the current passing through her veins, slightly opened her eyes, her mouth parted.

Vincent turned fascinated by the erotic expression on Eve’s face. Deep down, he liked that he was the only one to see it. She was his mermaid, after all, and he didn’t want anyone sullying her. One part of him wanted to grant her wishes. But the other twisted part of him wanted her to stay the way she was.

Vincent drawled, “It is said that a person’s blood that tastes sweet as heaven, the scent of the nectar is sweeter than that and I cannot help but agree to it.”

With Eve’s senses heightened due to Vincent’s touch, it took a second more to understand what nectar meant and her eyes widened before she glared at him. Her face was on fire, and she hoped he was joking. She was mortified!

“Do you really need to speak in such an unfiltered way with me?”

“I was offering you some knowledge, considering your lack of experience,” Eve dug her nails into Vincent’s arms and heard him hiss.

Vincent’s eyes subtly narrowed, while Eve said, “I don’t need you to–” he pulled her body so that she sat upright and close to him.

The rain outside had slowed down, where one could hear the soft drops of water falling on the ground from the roof of the house. Vincent and Eve’s faces were close to each other. They stared into each other’s eyes with their lips parted while subconsciously being drawn to each other.

Eve could feel her heart pounding in her chest when Vincent’s eyes fell on her lips and she couldn’t help but do the same. When their lips were barely away from each other, she realised what she was doing and pulled away from him.

Ready to flee to her room, she was about to get up, but Vincent’s hand gripped her. She looked away from him and whispered,

“Don’t… I think I am falling for you.”

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