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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 381 Dawn Before Time
Music Recommendation: Elizabethan Masque- Fredrico Bayco
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In one of the Moriarty mansion's guest rooms, Rosetta sat with a bowl behind the wooden divider. The sound of retching could be heard from where Eugene stood next to the trolley of food that was half eaten by the vampiress.
A small frown marred Eugene's face, and he asked in concern, "Milady, are you alright? Would you perhaps want me to bring in the physician who must be in the mansion?"
"No, no!" Rosetta quickly replied, while she scrunched her face because of the bitter taste in her throat and mouth. He had seen her like this once, and she didn't want him to see her like this again. As if to clear the possible doubt, she said, "I didn't sleep enough since the last two days and I have been feeling unwell since...many hou--" she was interrupted by the need to throw up again. "It has nothing to do with alcohol, but the food..."
"I understand... I am sorry to hear that, Lady Rosetta. Maybe you should drink some water and you will feel much better after that," Eugene advised her.
"Okay..." came the tired voice of Rosetta, and she placed the bowl on the ground before stepping away from the wooden divider, while wiping her lips with her handkerchief. She took the glass of water he offered her, drank it one sip at a time and handed it back. "Thank you," said the vampiress, who couldn't look Eugene in the eye.
"It would be best for you to rest and get better, and worry about other things later," Eugene advised her.
Without protesting, Rosetta removed her shoes and climbed into the bed in the same dress that she had been in for the last few hours. Once she slipped inside the blanket, Eugene informed her,
"I will bring you food later once your stomach settles in," ready to leave the room.
"I can eat the rest of the food," came the weak voice from Rosetta, who looked visibly tired. When she saw Eugene stare her way, she added, "I won't waste it."
Eugene stared back at her, and he gave her a nod, "Okay, but you don't need to force yourself if you don't feel like eating now." He pushed the trolley near the table.
"Eugene?"
"Yes, milady?"
Rosetta pursed her lips before requesting, "Will you stay with me? I mean now... just until I fall asleep."
"I can do that," Eugene surprised her with his answer, and a weak smile made to her lips.
"You can use the chair from the table and sit here. Next to the bed..." Rosetta's hopeful voice trailed.
"I don't think it would be right to do that. I am a servant, and you are the Marquee and Marchioness's daughter," Eugene reminded her.
"The door is closed. You can lock it so that no one enters and sees you. Besides... I think we are equal, or will be equal because I am going to be a very poor person," Rosetta responded to him. "Please?"
"You are a troublesome woman, Lady Rosetta," Eugene replied with a straight face, and Rosetta's already wilted self turned almost crumpled. She watched him leave, walking towards the door, but he didn't leave like she imagined he would. Instead, his hand reached for the doorknob, and he locked it.
And though he had agreed to accompany her, Rosetta was slightly bruised by his previous words, and she said, "It is okay if you don't want to sit next to me... I will understand," and she pulled the blanket closer to her face, while her eyes teared.
"Not only are you troublesome, but also a child," Eugene remarked, and this time Rosetta's eyes widened. The last thing she wanted to hear was that the person she loved thought her to be a spoiled little child.
Rosetta let go of the blanket she had been gripping and sat upright on the bed.
With Rosetta's body and mind weak, she complained, "I am not a spoiled child, Eugene. I have been a responsible woman. If you don't want to stay, you can le--"
"Please lay down again. Or it will be hard for me to stay here," Eugene's expression didn't change, but his guard had lowered around the young woman. When she listened to him, he said, "No one spoke about you being spoiled. It was about you being a child, when I have already decided to stay back. There's no need to behave as if you don't want me here."
Rosetta buried herself further in the blanket, covering up until her nose, letting her eyes free so that she could see Eugene. Seconds passed to minutes, and silence filled the room. She hoped her mother wouldn't come knocking in her room, and even if she did, she and Eugene would need to quickly spin a lie that he was here only to give her a meal.
At the same time, with how she had embarrassed her family and knowing her parents, Rosetta knew they wouldn't be paying a visit to her today.
The vampiress's eyes moistened, and she turned her back towards Eugene before tears slid down her eyes and soaked the pillow's surface. All these years, like many other vampiresses, she hadn't thought about what was going on. But now that she could see it clearly, she was hurt. Realising she had only been a doll.
Rosetta, who had been too eager to show off her family name, now couldn't help but be bitter about it. People knew her only as the Marquee and the Marchioness's daughter. She didn't have an identity of her own.
"Forgive me if my words have been harsh," Eugene apologised. Rosetta quickly shook her head.
"You didn't do anything wrong. Nothing at all," the young vampiress whispered. "I will be alright," the words were for her rather than for him to hear.
After a while, Rosetta felt like she had forced Eugene to stay with her, and she turned to look at him and said, "You might be needed in the kitchen tonight. You should go, I will be fine."
Eugene noticed the sadness in Rosetta's eyes and said, "If they needed me, one of them would have come to fetch me. You needn't hide things or put up a front, Lady Rosetta. I am sure even Miss Eve would appreciate it. I have been working since morning, I don't think Alfie would mind me taking a little break."
Rosetta's eyes lowered. Somewhere, her mind was more relaxed, knowing Eugene was sitting in the room willingly instead of bolting out of the room. She wondered how to escape the shadows of her parents that had followed her since her birth. She decided that one day, she would make an identity of her own.
"Lady Rosetta," Eugene addressed her, and Rosetta looked no less than a rabbit that had come out of its burrow. He said, "Things might be hard today, but it won't be that hard tomorrow."
"Can I... apply that with you too?" The young vampiress timidly asked for his permission, and Eugene stared at her. It seemed like love was the only thing that revolved in her mind, but he could only guess it because she had been starved of it. "I was just asking. I will--"
"You can. If that's what you want."
Rosetta's eyes widened.
Was that hope glimmering next to her? Even though the expression on Eugene's face didn't change, she couldn't help but smile. Her day was already bright without having to wait for the hours to pass.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 382 Exiting Of The Guests
Music Recommendation: Heavens, what an afternoon- John Lunn
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With all the guests leaving the Moriarty mansion, Noah and Anaya also decided to take their leave as they had attended the event they had been invited for. Even though it wasn't successful.
Reaching near the mansion's beginning of the hallways, Anaya and Noah reached the stand where a few more coats hung on the stands. The she-wolf looked at the stands, and Noah asked her,
"What's the matter?"
"Ah, I think my coat is missing," Anaya murmured, while her eyes calmly looked again.
Noah asked one of the servants, who had finished helping one of the guests wear their coat, "Have you seen a golden coat with white fur on its lapel?"
"Golden coat?" The servant asked, and he quickly took a look at the stands by moving the other coats that hid the ones below it. Not finding it, he asked the other servant, "Did you see a golden coat here with white fur?"
Anaya politely said, "It belonged to me. A woman's coat."
The second servant's eyes widened, and he quickly nodded, "I believe I did see your coat, milady. But another woman took it saying it was hers and she left in the carriage ten minutes ago."
Anaya pursed her lips and then said, "I see." It wasn't as if she couldn't afford another coat. She wondered who had 'mistaken' her coat to be theirs. She turned to Noah and said, "That's fine. Maybe once the lady realises, she will return it."
"Why don't you wear my coat for now?" Noah offered Anaya, but she shook her head.
"I will be fine," Anaya assured him with a smile.
Before the two could step out from where the coats were being picked and worn by the guests, as they left one by one, Marceline appeared in the hallways.
Marceline, who was about to climb up the stairs and her room, had noticed the Duke of Woodlock standing near the beginning of the hallways and couldn't help but talk to him.
"Duke Noah, what a lovely surprise to see you here. Are you leaving?" Marceline put on her politest demeanour as she asked him with a bow.
Noah returned her greetings with his bow, "Good evening, Lady Marceline. Yes, we finished having supper and we have stayed here longer than we intended. It is late after all."
Marceline waved her hand, "It is never late for us supernatural creatures. We are, after all, the creatures of the night. Some of us are having a little drink in the parlour room, my brother and I will be very delighted to have you two join us. Even the Marquee and the Marchioness," she smiled.
Noah Sullivan was Marceline's ideal person, someone she had hoped to end up with, and she couldn't look away from his midnight eyes.
"Unfortunately, I need to take Lady Anaya back home," Noah replied, looking at Anaya, who was staring at the vampiress. Returning his gaze to Marceline, he said, "We can always visit later."
Marceline, who had deliberately ignored the she-wolf until now, turned her dull red eyes to look at the woman. She offered a sweet smile that even reached her eyes, and she asked, "Lady Anaya, how about you stay for a drink?"
Anaya smiled, and she replied, "I think if I drink another glass, I wouldn't be conscious and I always prefer to drink in a closed company than with strangers. Thank you for the invitation."
Marceline gritted her teeth. If it were possible, she would have sought Noah, but with her cursed foot that had thickened, she couldn't climb up and down the stairs without anyone taking a peek at her swollen foot. Not only that, it was painful to move it, yet she was pushing herself to make it appear as if everything was fine.
"Noah is a close acquaintance of this mansion, which should make us close too, Lady Anaya," Marceline smiled, but deep down, she disliked this woman for standing next to Noah and living in the same mansion.
"Noah and I are close to Ms. Barlow. I am not sure about others as I haven't found time to mingle, but tonight I am tired," Anaya couldn't be fooled by Marceline because she had grown up with many selfish and cunning she-wolves around her, making her brace herself to fend for herself. She said, "I would love to spend time with you to get to know you better. How about you and Eve attend the afternoon tea in Sullivan's mansion?"
But Marceline couldn't leave her house in her current state. Not to mention, the person she was interested in bonding with was Noah, not this bitch. She said with a faint smile, "Of course, that can be done. It is a pity we didn't get to spend time today."
Anaya remembered not seeing the vampiress the entire time in the ballroom, and she wondered if the woman was unhappy about her brother marrying Hooke's daughter.
Noah said to Marceline, "We should get going, Lady Marceline. It was good to see you," his words were polite.
Marceline felt her heart squeeze, and she clenched her hands into fists. All she wanted was to spend time with him, yet it was hard because of the woman next to him. She wished to get rid of her.
But before leaving, Noah and Anaya, who had a good nose for picking up scents around them, now picked up the foul smell drifting in the air. Noah frowned, while Anaya asked,
"What's that smell? As if something is rotting."
Marceline's face paled, not realising the rotten foot was leaving a foul stench. She quickly covered it up with, "It's probably the damn cat that has dug out some more rats and brought them in or around the mansion. It is Ms. Barlow's pet cat," she laughed.
Genevieve's pet cat? Noah questioned in his mind, as this was the first time he heard it. As if on time, Allie appeared in the hallways, carrying a black cat, and she followed the Head Council.
"There is the cat!" Marceline pointed her finger, hoping to distract them from the smell, while she internally started to panic.
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 383 Subtle Actions Of High Society
Clayton had a scratch mark on the back of his hand, which was left by none other than Timotei when the Head Council had tried to pat the black cat's head. He wasn't particularly interested in cats and had only tagged along because the girl looked sad. But instead of talking to the other members of the Council, he had spent time babysitting the girl the entire time.
"Go to your room and rest," Clayton said sternly, but that had little to no effect on the small vampiress, who continued to follow him. As if he would get lost if she didn't see him climb inside the carriage.
"Head Council Clayton," Noah greeted the small-looking vampire boy, and Clayton gave a nod.
"Duke Noah."
On the side, Allie scolded the black cat, "You are a bad kitty, Timi. I will need to tell about this to brother so I know how to get you to be friends with others."
Hearing this, Timotei's head very slowly turned to look at the little girl. Forget about turning back into his pureblooded vampire self. This mansion was filled with people who wanted to finish his ninth life as a cat and send him to hell!
He quickly struggled to get out of the little girl's death grip, and when he finally escaped, he jumped onto the ground. He took a deep breath, ready to exhale when he picked up on a foul odour from somewhere very near. As a cat, he had smelled many things in the past, but this beat everything else.
What was that awful smell?!!
Timotei fell on the ground as if fainting over the smell.
"Timi!!!" Okay Allie panicked and picked up the black cat in her arms.
Clayton remarked, "What an odd cat. Take it to your room."
This time Allie nodded, and she quickly carried Timotei in her arms, leaving the hallways.
"We should get going now," Noah informed, while an unwilling Marceline stood watching the Duke and the she-wolf step out of the mansion.
Noah and Anaya's carriage came forward, and Noah's coachman opened the door for them. During the entire time, Anaya could feel the vampiress burning a hole in the back of her head. She casually turned and noticed Marceline staring at her. She offered a polite smile and turned back.
"After you," Noah said to Anaya. The she-wolf rubbed her hands against her arms as if the cold had begun to bother her as they were no more inside the mansion but outside. "It is going to start snowing again and it is going to be cold. It will be better for you to wear the coat," and he took out his coat.
"But you will be cold without the coat," Anaya pointed out to Noah, who offered her a smile.
"You don't have to worry about me. The woman should always be put first and be well," Noah draped his coat around her shoulders.
Marceline, who continued to stand at the front of the mansion's entrance, watched this entire exchange and grit her teeth. The she-wolf was provoking her. She had her eyes on Noah before that she-wolf had come along, and she didn't like the spot that belonged to her was taken by someone else. The worst part was that she couldn't do anything about it.
Anaya stepped inside the carriage, and soon Noah followed her before their carriage door was closed, and they left through the Moriarty mansion's gates.
Marceline turned around and headed to her room. This time keeping her eyes on the ground as the last time, it had cost her to fall on the stairs, and she could still sense people's gaze on her and the hem of her gown.
Once she reached her room, Marceline locked her room door, and went to sit on the chair. When she removed her right shoe, she was suddenly hit by the pungent smell that she couldn't bear. But worse than the smell was the sight of her rotting foot.
When Marceline removed the last bandage, the end was stuck to the side of her calf muscle. She gritted her teeth when she pulled it in one movement,
"AHHHHHH!! AHHH!" She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming.
This was because more than her skin had attached itself to the bandage, and the medicine the physician gave did nothing to ease or heal her right leg's pain. She saw blood drip on the floor, and she tried to stop it, but the blood mingled with the pus-like skin next to it.
Getting up from the chair, she dragged herself to the window, where she noticed most of the guest's carriages had left.
"I need to find another witch who can fix this," Marceline said, slightly wheezing at the pain.
In Vincent's room, Eve stood in front of the desk, holding the old bear that belonged to him. She didn't forget how he had attached fangs to it.
Vincent had taken a seat on the long couch, where his right ankle rested cross on his left thigh. He held a glass of wine in his hand, stretched across the couch's back and stared at Eve. One side of her body was illuminated by the light in the room, while the other held a sultry shadow.
As if sensing his gaze, Eve turned to look over her shoulder and met Vincent's dark eyes.
"What are you doing, standing so far," Vincent asked her and brought the wine glass to his lips, taking a sip from it.
"I was looking at your bear. It is sweet that you still have it," Eve waved the bear, and she then turned around. She saw him place the empty glass on the side table and stand up before walking to where she was instead of waiting for her to come to him.
Eve felt her subconsciously draw one of her feet backwards, and she said, "Aunt Aubrey's letter came by. She's on her way from Berkshire."
"That's good. She will be here before the wedding day," Vincent replied, staring into her pretty blue eyes. "I will have a room arranged for her so that she can be at ease as your home is still being rebuilt and fixed."
"Thank you for accommodating her," Eve thanked him.
"Anything for my wife to be," Vincent responded, a crooked smile appearing on his lips. "How do you feel? The thought of you being married by next week?"
With everything going on where she was being cautious, Eve hadn't thought about it. Next week... she would be his wife, and he, her husband. The thought brought butterflies in her stomach.
"A little nervous. How about you?" Eve returned the same question to him. Vincent replied to her,
"I would say that I am eager to share my life with you, but I am already doing that. You are already mine, who cares about the society who are yet to attend the wedding. The only thing left is for us to move your things here in my room."
Next week, Eve thought in her head, while thoughts started to fill her mind, and she cleared her throat. She said, "It is getting late. I should get back to my room."
Vincent opened his arms for her as if ready to wish her goodnight, and she stepped into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. She felt his arms curl around her waist and back, hugging her back.
"I don't want to let go of you yet. I need more time with you," Vincent's breath fell on her neck, and he asked her, "Why don't you sleep here tonight with me?"
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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 384 Heat To The Snowflake
Music Recommendation: Clair de Lune, L. 32- Claude Debussy
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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.
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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ALLURE OF THE NIGHT
Chapter 385 Marking You Mine
Music Recommendation: Sway- So Below
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On hearing her own words fall on her ears, Eve couldn't help but blush, wondering if she was being too forward. She parted her lips to speak, but Vincent beat her to it by saying,
"You don't have to be ashamed when it comes to expressing your feelings. Not with me at least. It is okay to cast aside the doubts about yourself with me."
Vincent used both his hands to cup her face before kissing her lips. The kiss was quick, but enough to want more. He pulled away and stared into her blue eyes. Whispering above her lips,
"Be who you want and how you want to me, and I will love you that same."
Eve felt Vincent's red eyes pierce into her eyes as if wanting to see her bare soul until there was nothing she could hide from him.
Eve held a slight stunned look in her eyes as Vincent answered to something she hadn't asked him. She wondered if this is what people meant when they spoke about soulmates. Where two people were in sync.
"Thank you," she murmured, appreciating the person Vincent was. She moved her hands upwards from below his chest, and removed the coat that he wore.
Vincent was more than happy to comply with Eve's quiet requests, and he enjoyed seeing the caterpillar become a mesmerising butterfly. He wanted her to feel safe and comfortable in his company, to be the one she would rely upon.
What Vincent didn't know was that the way he felt, Eve had started to feel similarly. The need to be close to him stemmed because of the uncomfortable anxiousness that she had felt this evening at the soiree. This pureblooded vampire was hers, and she wanted him tonight.
Eve's hands reached for the buttons on Vincent's shirt, where two were already unbuttoned, letting people view his taut and smooth chest. Even though she was the one undressing him now, she could still sense the power he held against her. It was because he looked at her with a relaxed expression, but his eyes were nothing less than burning coal, where she had started to catch fire from him.
Once Vincent's shirt fell on the floor, Vincent said with a lopsided smile, "My turn."
He pulled her by her waist, letting herself get lost in his eyes. Suddenly without any warning, he turned her around and had both her palms rest flat on his desk, while arching forward with her.
The quick movement had Eve's heart tremble in pleasure and her breathing quickened.
Vincent sunk his nose in Eve's lush hair that cascaded down her shoulders and back. He took a deep breath and then whispered, "You seem to have been using the book about the scents of flowers. White orchids."
Eve felt his warm breath fall on the side of her neck, and every word that left his sinful lips came out slightly deeper than usual. As if something dark and haunting was coming forward, taking over his senses.
"Do you like it?" Eve asked, feeling his hands on top of hers.
Eve had used white orchids in her hair because she had noticed the flowers in the vase in his room. And it was these small details that she picked that made the pureblooded vampire treasure her that much more.
"Very much. There's a shop in Hallow Valley that sells scented liquids for baths. We should definitely go there," the tip of Vincent's nose gently grazed up her neck and raised the pace of her heartbeats.
Vincent made her feel desirable as if everything else in front of her stood pale. He didn't need to touch her intimate parts to draw out those emotions from her, as just the look in his eyes and words were enough to stir her. He asked her, "Is there any scent that you are particularly fond of?"
Eve couldn't keep her mind still, not when Vincent's body was pressed against her and she felt his manhood pressing against her bottom. At the same time, his hands let go of hers. One of his hands came to settle on her stomach, while the other came to the back to pull the laces of the fabric that contained her breasts.
"Raise your hands, darling," Vincent instructed, and Eve raised her hand above the surface of the desk. He used both his hands to push the fabric downwards before it joined with the other clothes that had been discarded. "Is it cold?" He asked her, with a voice an octave lower than usual. She heard a little shuffle of clothes, which came from him removing his trousers and she turned around to see him stand in front of her with nothing but his undergarments like her.
"The weather? It is a little--a little cold."
"I will warm you right away. But before that," Vincent's eyes glowered, "There's something I have been wanting to do for a while now." His fangs appeared in full view, and he brushed her hair away from her shoulder, which hindered his view of her slender neck. He warned her, "This might hurt a little," and his mouth opened wide before he bit into the crook of her neck.
When Eve felt Vincent's fangs sink into her skin, he wasn't joking when he said it was going to hurt. Her fingernails dug into his forearms, feeling the pain in her soul as if it was for the first time being touched.
Snowflakes started falling from the sky, dropping the temperature in the towns.
"AHH!" Eve bit her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming, while Vincent's arms wrapped around her body.
When Vincent was done biting her, she felt her shoulders relax, and her body sway to be supported by his arms. She asked him, "What was that?" It didn't feel like he was feeding on her blood because of the severe pain.
Vincent released her from his embrace, and he caught hold of her hand, "Many years ago, I stumbled across a set of scrolls that spoke about vampires binding their partners. It works only if the person mirrors the same feelings as you. It is a way of marking the partner of the vampire kind."
He turned her hand so that her wrist faced the room's ceiling, and Eve's eyes fell on the inked design. It had two intricate black wings and a stylish 'V' at the centre of it.
"You have a piece of my soul embedded in you. You are mine now. Flesh, blood and soul," Vincent remarked, licking his lips. Eve felt butterflies soar in her stomach before a smile spread on her lips.
"I love it," she said with awe in her eyes. "I thought only werewolves were able to leave imprints on their partners. I didn't know vampires were able to do it."
Vincent nodded, running his thumb across the markings of wings that indicated his characteristic feature, "Most of the vampire's ways has been lost many years ago. Which is why it isn't practised anymore." Raising his gaze up at her, he said, "It is time to hold my end of word."
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