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His breath was cool, like a chill of a winter breeze on her shoulder, his pallid hands barely brushing over the straps of her black tank, making them fall off her shoulders. The whole moment, caught in his gaze put her off guard, but it didn’t take much from him to set her off. She had realized now, since the moment she met him, it was hard to take her eyes off his, and either it was the intensity of the steel ice of his iris, or the seducing vampiric gaze very few were born with that drew her in. She wasn’t too sure on the matter, but it wasn’t the problem at hand. He was close, and if Dom warned her correctly, he said never to get this close to a vampire.
It could not be avoided. He was faster than the average human and his voice was smooth, soothing, like the soft coo of a bird.
“Valerie,” he began, his cold lips against her shoulder blade, his hands resting on her arms, almost as if he were holding them in place, but without any force at all. “Why aren’t you moving away from me?” That same breath rolled over her shoulder and caressed her neck, a breath that was not necessary, only to send her deeper into the spell he had her in. She knew his breathing was not necessary, things that were dead needed no breath at all, she had learned well after she came into this realm of shadows.
But she could not speak, dazed and hypnotized by the coolness of his touch, moving down her arms. It was an eternal relief, since the small room they were being held in was stifling, and even being in her lightweight clothing did not help beat the temperature.
A low whistle as a smile caressed his pale lips, his hand reaching up and gently brushing some locks of her tangled brown hair behind her ears.
“Val…” he said again into her ear, his hands moving slowly, she didn’t even notice, moving down her sides, moulding every curve she owned, a caress she could not deny. “Answer me at least one question,” he sighed, brushing his cheek against her head, his eyes closed as she moved her head to the side slightly, and it seemed all too easy. She was offering the soft skin of her neck to him, without even realizing. He breathed on her ear as he whispered, “Do you know how many I have killed?”
Any other time, it would have startled her, such a statement, a question as he called it. But in her current state, it took her time to realize.
Her eyes opened, but once more, she remained silent.
“You know a lot of vampires now,” he said coolly, his hands slipping up her shirt, slowly, cautiously to hide his intention. “How much we need to feed…” he whispered, moving his head to the base of her neck, kissing softly. The small moan made him chuckle, his arms slipped around her waist loosely, pushing her back against his chest, the beat of her heart, just at his fingertips. She did not complain, move away, more so, her body moved closer to his, her delicate hands resting on his cool forearms, her head to the side, eyes still shut.
“Yes,” A managed whisper, barely audible, which enticed his hands to further down.
“We can’t last more than a few days without a meal,” he said into her ear.
She was silent for a moment shivering slightly.
“How long…has it been?” She breathed.
“A few days…”
His cool lips moved up her neck, it had been so easy to seduce her. He wondered if maybe the girl’s willpower had gone away with her lack of nourishment. Another shiver made him smile calmly, so feeble.
“Oh,” she whispered, very aware of the situation at hand. They both were weak from this captivity and in order to escape, at least one of them needed strength. Being human in the equation, she could probably do close to nothing. She began to give into his seduction, and had she been stronger, rejection would have replaced. Any other day, she’d be screaming and complaining about his restraint. But this time, she gave in and he must have realized, brushing her hair over her shoulder to expose the side of her neck closest to him.
He leaned closer, running his tongue along her soft skin, the icy eyes closing leisurely as if he were being prepared to taste the finest, well aged wine, but something stopped him. Even in her dazed state, he could smell her fear.
“Does…it hurt?” She managed to say, her brow wrinkling. A small breath escaped his cool lips, brushing his cheek along her skull to her ear.
“It provides us with our strength, but it can give the victim intense pleasure,” he whispered, a smile curving his lips. “It may hurt at first, but it will send you into a spiral of complete ecstasy,”
“…Ecstasy?” she whispered, how could something that savage been pleasurable, she wondered.
“Yes,” A small sigh escaped his lips. “I promise you it won’t be something you regret,” he said, looking to her face. An impatient vampire, with a meal laid out for him and he had to wait to feast, like dangling a gazelle carcass in front of a starving lion. He was becoming annoyed, but it was not her fault really, he didn’t blame her for being frightened, he just needed to feed soon or he would loose all strength in him. Relief waved over him when she gave a small nod, a final acceptance of his request.
“Okay…” she whispered, closing her eyes, waiting for his strike. Having witnessed vampire attacks before, she had no idea how it could be pleasurable for the poor person, but maybe he meant it by that it could be pleasurable if the vampire made it so. She could not admit to the small sense of curiosity she had and anticipation for what was to come, this intense delight.
The cold pale hands moved to her wrists and held them firmly this time, his lips brushing down her soft skin, his own ecstasy, as he once more licked a small area, parting his lips as they hovered over her flesh. The fangs showed, pearly white, glimmering with hunger, pushing him to go right close, sinking the knife-like teeth into the tissue, feeling a wave of crimson enter his mouth. Almost as rousing as the small cry that escaped her lips, followed soon after by pleasurable moaning as he drank deeply.

Description

His breath was cool, like a chill of a winter breeze on her shoulder, his pallid hands barely brushing over the straps of her black tank, making them fall off her shoulders. The whole moment, caught in his gaze put her off guard, but it didn’t take much from him to set her off. She had realized now, since the moment she met him, it was hard to take her eyes off his, and either it was the intensity of the steel ice of his iris, or the seducing vampiric gaze very few were born with that drew her in. She wasn’t too sure on the matter, but it wasn’t the problem at hand. He was close, and if Dom warned her correctly, he said never to get this close to a vampire.
It could not be avoided. He was faster than the average human and his voice was smooth, soothing, like the soft coo of a bird.
“Valerie,” he began, his cold lips against her shoulder blade, his hands resting on her arms, almost as if he were holding them in place, but without any force at all. “Why aren’t you moving away from me?” That same breath rolled over her shoulder and caressed her neck, a breath that was not necessary, only to send her deeper into the spell he had her in. She knew his breathing was not necessary, things that were dead needed no breath at all, she had learned well after she came into this realm of shadows.
But she could not speak, dazed and hypnotized by the coolness of his touch, moving down her arms. It was an eternal relief, since the small room they were being held in was stifling, and even being in her lightweight clothing did not help beat the temperature.
A low whistle as a smile caressed his pale lips, his hand reaching up and gently brushing some locks of her tangled brown hair behind her ears.
“Val…” he said again into her ear, his hands moving slowly, she didn’t even notice, moving down her sides, moulding every curve she owned, a caress she could not deny. “Answer me at least one question,” he sighed, brushing his cheek against her head, his eyes closed as she moved her head to the side slightly, and it seemed all too easy. She was offering the soft skin of her neck to him, without even realizing. He breathed on her ear as he whispered, “Do you know how many I have killed?”
Any other time, it would have startled her, such a statement, a question as he called it. But in her current state, it took her time to realize.
Her eyes opened, but once more, she remained silent.
“You know a lot of vampires now,” he said coolly, his hands slipping up her shirt, slowly, cautiously to hide his intention. “How much we need to feed…” he whispered, moving his head to the base of her neck, kissing softly. The small moan made him chuckle, his arms slipped around her waist loosely, pushing her back against his chest, the beat of her heart, just at his fingertips. She did not complain, move away, more so, her body moved closer to his, her delicate hands resting on his cool forearms, her head to the side, eyes still shut.
“Yes,” A managed whisper, barely audible, which enticed his hands to further down.
“We can’t last more than a few days without a meal,” he said into her ear.
She was silent for a moment shivering slightly.
“How long…has it been?” She breathed.
“A few days…”
His cool lips moved up her neck, it had been so easy to seduce her. He wondered if maybe the girl’s willpower had gone away with her lack of nourishment. Another shiver made him smile calmly, so feeble.
“Oh,” she whispered, very aware of the situation at hand. They both were weak from this captivity and in order to escape, at least one of them needed strength. Being human in the equation, she could probably do close to nothing. She began to give into his seduction, and had she been stronger, rejection would have replaced. Any other day, she’d be screaming and complaining about his restraint. But this time, she gave in and he must have realized, brushing her hair over her shoulder to expose the side of her neck closest to him.
He leaned closer, running his tongue along her soft skin, the icy eyes closing leisurely as if he were being prepared to taste the finest, well aged wine, but something stopped him. Even in her dazed state, he could smell her fear.
“Does…it hurt?” She managed to say, her brow wrinkling. A small breath escaped his cool lips, brushing his cheek along her skull to her ear.
“It provides us with our strength, but it can give the victim intense pleasure,” he whispered, a smile curving his lips. “It may hurt at first, but it will send you into a spiral of complete ecstasy,”
“…Ecstasy?” she whispered, how could something that savage been pleasurable, she wondered.
“Yes,” A small sigh escaped his lips. “I promise you it won’t be something you regret,” he said, looking to her face. An impatient vampire, with a meal laid out for him and he had to wait to feast, like dangling a gazelle carcass in front of a starving lion. He was becoming annoyed, but it was not her fault really, he didn’t blame her for being frightened, he just needed to feed soon or he would loose all strength in him. Relief waved over him when she gave a small nod, a final acceptance of his request.
“Okay…” she whispered, closing her eyes, waiting for his strike. Having witnessed vampire attacks before, she had no idea how it could be pleasurable for the poor person, but maybe he meant it by that it could be pleasurable if the vampire made it so. She could not admit to the small sense of curiosity she had and anticipation for what was to come, this intense delight.
The cold pale hands moved to her wrists and held them firmly this time, his lips brushing down her soft skin, his own ecstasy, as he once more licked a small area, parting his lips as they hovered over her flesh. The fangs showed, pearly white, glimmering with hunger, pushing him to go right close, sinking the knife-like teeth into the tissue, feeling a wave of crimson enter his mouth. Almost as rousing as the small cry that escaped her lips, followed soon after by pleasurable moaning as he drank deeply.