Allure Of The Night

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Eve stared back at Vincent, her blue eyes subtly moving to look into both his eyes. He didn't add more words or explain more about his demand, keeping it simple. But if there was one thing she had learned about him after spending time with him, it was that there was nothing simple when it came to this pureblooded vampire who held her entire heart.

With everyone in the mansion busy with their own things, Eve didn't see any reason why she shouldn't agree. Especially when the thought of returning to her room and bed felt lonelier than usual. She replied,

"I don't have my night clothes to wear here with me."

"Mm, that is true," Vincent hummed before he suggested, "You can wear one of mine. They will be incredibly loose and comfortable for you to move around. It will be nothing less than your night clothes." His red eyes continued staring at her, with a faint smile on his lips as he couldn't help but be thrilled to have her in his room tonight. He said, "If you are comfortable, you are welcome to sleep without anything and just a blanket. The blanket is thick enough to keep you warm."

Eve's expression was a mixture of half wanting to stay the night with him, while the other half was her stern self, who was trying to keep herself in line. But the mermaid's heart had already been swayed and pulled to the side where the rational thoughts were quick to fade.

"I will take the offer of wearing your clothes," Eve replied to his suggestions.

A grin came to spread on Vincent's sinful-looking lips, "Wonderful. Let me go and get them for you." Before he left her side, he leaned his face towards her and planted a kiss on her cheek that had collected colour because of the cold weather. As he pulled away from her, his eyes met hers, and he said, "I will be back in a minute."

Eve watched Vincent as he walked to one side of his room where one of his closets was.

Opening the closet's door, his hands rummaged through the clothes before he pulled out a pair of black night dress which appeared to be made of satin.

Feeling the cold air touch her back, Eve said, "You bought me a gown which has a deep back during the time of Winter."

"It was a ploy so that I could warm you myself. Also," Vincent drawled, returning to her side, "It is easy for me to feel and touch, and discard if the need comes. After all, it is your birthday."

"It feels less like mine and more like yours," Eve murmured, but Vincent caught it clearly, and he continued to smile.

"You aren't wrong there. You are my gift, aren't you?" Vincent raised one of his eyebrows and placed his nightdress on the table behind her.

For a moment, Eve bit her lip. Her heart raced and galloped as if she was riding on a horse, mostly because of her thoughts that Vincent stirred. She brought her passing thought to her lips and asked,

"Will you help me unwrap and change then?"

"Without a doubt," Vincent took a step closer to Eve, and his hands reached for the laces that held her dress on both sides of her shoulders. He pulled the laces, and when the knot untied itself, the fabric near her shoulders loosened and slid down her front and back to fall around her waist.

pAn,Da n<0,>v,e1 Vincent held her dress, pushing it further down, and said, "Did you know earlier this evening in the soiree, most of the people couldn't help but look at you tonight rather than focusing their attention on Rosetta or me? You look like a goddess, Eve."

"I didn't pay attention to them," Eve answered softly. Vincent pulled the sleeves of her gown that came off her. Soon the gown fell and pooled around her feet, leaving her only in her undergarments. "Do you know what's wrong with Marceline's foot? She was wearing an unusually large shoe."

"Mm. She's just being buried in the grave that she tried to dig out for people," Vincent hummed, and he leaned to the side of her face, pulling out the hairpins that she had pushed into her hair.

Vincent's fingers weaved through her golden blonde hair. Eve shook her head as if to even the hair, and their eyes met. He murmured, "Dreams come true when you chase them." It felt like it was only yesterday he had returned to his room, dejected for not finding the girl who cried pearls.

But this time, things were different and stronger for this woman who stood before him. He placed his hands on Eve's arms, running his fingertips across her skin, which had her heart skip a beat.

Vincent's fingers were as if he had dipped them in ice-cold water before caressing her. One of his hands left the side of her arms, which he brought near her abdomen, brushing her skin with the back of his fingers, eliciting a gasp from her delicate petal-like lips.

His eyes didn't leave hers, and he drank in every expression and emotion passed through her face. Her lips were parted, and her breathing was slightly errant because his fingers continued to leave feather-like touches against her soft skin.

Eve felt the delicious taste hit her senses every time Vincent touched her. Her eyes turned slightly dilated, almost hypnotised by him.

Drawn to him, Eve moved closer until their foreheads touched, and she inhaled his scent.

"Vince," she breathed his name.

"Yes, my love?" Vincent watched the beautiful swirl of blue in her eyes, and his gaze shifted to look at her lips. Unable to resist, he gently brushed it with his thumb, feeling her nerves turn errant by his action.

Her eyes slowly closed when their lips touched, an action which was nothing less than a snowflake that melted because of the warmth around it. He captured her bottom lip between his teeth, biting it enough to draw blood from her.

Though the bite started with an ache, when Vincent ran his tongue languidly across her lip, Eve couldn't help but sigh.

Her eyes fluttered open in time and caught sight of Vincent licking the corner of his lips, savouring the taste of her blood. She heard him endearingly ask her,

"You were saying?"

Eve's hands traced the front of his coat, while her eyes followed before raising to meet his eyes, "I was wondering if it would be okay to help you change too..." They had already done things she had never imagined doing before getting married.

"I don't think it would be wise, little girl. Considering how I have been holding back from taking and devouring you."

Eve's heart quivered at his words, and she asked him, "What if I want you to devour me tonight?"

The faint smile on Vincent's lips dispersed, and a look of seriousness entered his eyes. It was as if the chains he had tied around his primal instinct to have her had started to loosen, ready to prowl free.

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